Awake

Opening my eyes cloudy, disoriented and puffy. Waking to the sounds of annoying birds chirping. Trying to shake the drowsiness of the past sleepless nights to no avail. Wishing I could put the pillow over my head and willow back into the darkness of sleep. Numb to the touch, eyes sensitive to the light, making me wish I was actually a night dweller instead of a day walker. Why can't I get up? Or why don't I want to get up? Sleep is peaceful, Awake is stressful, and unyielding. Lying in the bed, mind a drift is when I am the happiest, not out of laziness but content, because my mind truly never rests. Closing my eyes brings me to a world with no rules and boundaries. Opening them brings me back to reality. In reality I can't fly, with the air brushing against my face, because of gravity. In sleep gravity doesn't prohibit any ability I wish to have. I know, I have the dreamer delusion that is hard to get rid of. Hopefully, one day I will feel alive being awake as to not.