Insomnia reloaded

Nothing, and then the night.
The night is feeling enormous today. Well, tonight.
The day yawned and went away.
One or two advertisements before going to sleep. Really, it helps.
Going to bed every night is highly addictive and some day might even kill you.
Well, my bed is some sort of a rather lonely but pleasant place.
It's a very nice location. It's my bed.
The most beautiful thing in this world is to go to bed and immediately fall asleep.
Going down, closing eyes, looking for a pillow.
Pillows on the floor are quite suggestive, but also symbolic.
I went undercover. I mean, I went to my bed and put a blanket on.
I'm falling asleep, trying not to trust anyone.
A wonderful feeling to be suddenly lost and don't have to wake up and go somewhere. To go anywhere, in fact.
I'm sleeping in my smile.

Waking up for no clear reason.
Too tired to be tired.
The night is fiddling outside.
Looking for signs and shadows.
Sailing through ceilings.
Can't wait to sleep. Can't sleep, as well.
A curious habit of sleeping all the night I am getting rid of.
Are you aware or at least awake?
Every night, I'm trying to remember what I was trying to do during the day.
Are you sleeping or asking yourself questions?
- Are you sleeping? - Yes. - Are you sure? - Yes. - Do you want to talk about it?
The night enlightens.
Just close your eyes into surrealism.
In my head is dark and some clowns walk around.

In the middle of the night sleep tight.
Elephants are roaming my dreams.
Sad monsters in the dark.
Let me walk you inside of my dream.
A strange visitor in my pyjamas is circling around me at the beginning of my nightmares. Then he leaves, but I have to stay.
I had a dream. Now it's a grown-up nightmare.
Nightmares with pigs. Pigs are nice and rosy, but their eyes are very sad and so human.
A nice elderly Korean lady keeps coming into my dreams and making all around me easy and wonderful. Now, I've never been to Korea and know nobody from there. Somehow it's all very nice, but slightly troubling.
I'm dreaming about hospital cafeterias. I've never been in one, in my life.
Black rooms, white walls, dim halls.
Darkness, voices and warmth.
In a dark room, on the wall, new deadlines were constantly appearing around midnight.
Strange dreams, absurd reality. Only I'm normal.
Lost dreams of forgotten days.
I have to get out. That's what I do, since I care to remember. I'm waking up and then getting out of something. And it's never quite clear to me, what.

The darkness ditched me.
One-night happy ending.
The night is giving up on me.
I have my constitutional right to remain asleep.
Slow, quiet steps in opening my eyes.
Waking up as a full-time job.
Please, wake up, have your coffee and cheese, and finally go, please.
Good morning, to whom it may concern.
Are you sure you woke up this morning? Wasn't it someone else? Was it really today?
That's an asleep version of me.
The feeling that I never slept.
Completely exhausted of being tired.
What a nice day! Why not sleep all through it?