simulacrum of life

i climb into a warm bed, slipping under the covers to warm up my feet and the rest of my body. god, my feet are practically freezing. i lie there waiting for my body to reach a comfortable temperature so that i can gently fall asleep. i wait... and wait... and wait... i stare at the ceiling, willing any stray thoughts away from my mind, for i know what a distraction they can be. i finally doze off... only to be awoken by my too warm body. i throw back the covers to cool down. i drift back into sleep. the dreams haunt me. it reaches the stage where i jerk upright into a state of wakefulness, cold sweat sticking my t-shirt to my back. sticky sweat collecting in the folds of my neck. i slowly lie back and stare up at the ceiling. i stare and stare until i can't stare anymore and my weariness drags me back into morpheus' arms. before i can settle comfortably, the alarm rings and it's time to start a new day.