I’m woken when I wish to sleep.
At first I saw nothing but stars and
fearsome colors swirling inside my head.

Time crawled past,
breath rasping and wheezing.

I swayed in the hallway
and stayed there,
counting off the moments.

For seven days and seven nights,
you could always find me
too disgusting to be seen.
I wish I could live in the simmering goodness.

I was close enough.
Surrender Me.