It’s in the black, you visit me
As I cocoon, you emerge
and plague me like aching teeth
I dance – an ancient, wrapped for the afterlife
but there are no beautiful adornings here
Just skin and thoughts, naked and raw
In a tangle of sheets
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Gin and Tulips 
I can’t tell if this is a bad dream, or a bad memory. Either way, I hope it goes better! 🙂
I have terrible insomnia and have done for a long time. I was just trying to convey a sense of that feeling
Ah, I’m sorry. That’s very difficult to manage sometimes. Is anything troubling you?
Just could do with an off switch, come bed time.
I know the feeling, somewhat. For me it’s bedtime, not tired. Middle of the day at work, nodding off.
I hope that changes for you soon. Like, tonight. 😊
There’s nowt as queer as folk and that goes for their sleeping habits.
Indeed. Mine in a wee bit will be epic, I hope. Oiche maith!