i want to sleep, no. i need to sleep. but yet i cannot. i cannot dream if this 'nightmarish' reality does not pass from me. i cannot shut my eyes nor ears nor mind, let alone dream of fluffy cotton-like dreams.

i long for the bed, no. i pine for the bed. but yet i cannot. i cannot lay my heavy head down until i return to my room. i cannot leave nor walk from where i am because strangely, something is tying me down.

ah yes, the knife is here. it has cut me loose.

and off i fly to my bed-portal into the world of cotton fluffs and candy canes.