bed sheets

To exist is to be uncomfortable 
But I am wrapped in sheets
Protected by the thermal layer of unconsciousness 
Buried in a dream 

Please don’t dig for me or pull me out 
Let me breathe the stale air 
And stir on my own time 
Let me wonder why I sleep and am still tired 

Where do I go when my eyes close
When my body lays heavy and unmoving 
And my mind wanders untethered 
I mourn the simplicity of visiting a place I don’t remember 

Tell me how to stay 
Because the sheets have begun to feel suffocating 
And my eyelids grow heavier with the truth 
That to be comfortable means I cannot exist