A poem about the some thoughts I have about sleeping, I mean who likes being that vulnerable?
My bedroom window must
be opened. Otherwise, I'm afraid
I might suffocate.
If the air isn't circulating,
how do I know I'm getting oxygen.
I find myself gasping while I try to fall asleep.
And even though I'm freezing,
the window gets cracked &
the fan gets turned on.
I can't sleep with my blankets covering
my mouth, because what if someone
pours concrete on me while I sleep?
Whenever I'm in a car.
I don't understand how I can breathe.
And the seat belt always feels too tight,
my brain doesn't feel comflorable
traveling at this speed.
My temperature is rising &
I'm sweating.
Convinced I'm about to throw up.
I often sleep while traveling.
Because I've heard that
if you are asleep during a crash
you are move likely to survive.
I wonder, when you suffocates
if it really is just like falling asleep?
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