I just want sleep.

I want to close my eyes and dream sweet things, simply resting eternally without death. I want to find myself in my sweet escape from reality, in a land of surreal serendipity.

Sleep is beautiful because when I dream, I have no worries. I don't want to die; I just want to float and ignore all of the solicitudes of everyday life. No thoughts of where the ones I needed most went or of what could steal my last breath. Just the calm and steady rise and fall of my chest.

Comfort, no stress. Resting. Dreaming. A good night's sleep.