Peas

The first night I spend in your bed my skin will crawl. My body will ache through to the bone from exhaustion and my eyes will be set aflame as blinking does not exist. Breathing will be easy but it will be voluntary and all too soon every minute. My hair will flail across my face and deceive you that I am sleeping. As you glide down the side of the hole into a deeper sleep I will turn my legs, my knees creaking from misuse, and I will sit at the edge of the bed. My sandpaper hands will come to my face and drag my lids down as I sit there for minutes, hours, all until you wake up. "Whats wrong, you alright?" No no, thats all wrong. More like "***, come back to be-- " no no, thats not right either. What would you say? Would you say anything at all? Is this too many questions? That was bitter. Sleep draws back in fear from the hours of night and I am left posting.