I haven't been sleeping well lately.

Every morning, no matter the time, feels like Stupid O'Clock™.

And I feel like driftwood - dead and rotty and far away from you.

My face is growing back, or at least what's left of it.

I know that in time, I'll find the old me here and that scares me to no end.

Words in my mouth feel like a fistful of unswallowable soda crackers - chalky at best.

...and all I really need is sleep.