There coming, I sit waiting. My eyes began to grow a familiar weight. I can feel the shadow of sleep creeping through out my soul. It’s grip wraps me up like a warm straight jacket. But I can’t. They’ll be here if I do. I force myself into an uncomfortable position. trying to stop the push of sleep on my body. If I could force myself to stay up forever I would do so, then they would stay far away. But I know I can only slow down there arrival. The inevitable haunting makes me drown in anxiety that I will not be able to escape. The lightless room brings me closer to sleep. I must stay awake but I can no longer hold back this temporary death that passes the time till morning. They are here, taking over my head. My thoughts.