Nonsense

The bed is angled toward the window and at night I stare at the moon and stars when willing myself to sleep doesn’t work.

It’s my most cherished space because the air greets me in such a way as to suggest I’m sleeping outside. This relationship brings me joy and slowly removes the demons grasp from my anxious stomach.

This corner holds my greatest dreams. I think it would be nice to die this way, watching the stars fall.