Too sleepy.

I cannot commit myself, to stay, to live here, in this prison bed. There is a world to see, beyond the edge of these satin sheets. The gray light comes through the window as I awake and hits me like a million bolts to the eye, I want to run out but I have failed. To let my thoughts become the actions I prevail in. I feel too afraid to move my weaken body, to get off the comfort zone created by my own self, and so I am imprison by my cradle. I think to myself, every morning every day.