Sleep is for suckers.

Neighbor snoring. Such thin walls. When I close my eyes, there is light swimming in my head. Dizzy light. An animated ballet of amorphous blobs squishing into other amorphous blobs. Like pushing all the air in a balloon to one end and having it turn into something else altogether. A rabbit maybe. A jester. A pair of eyes. A big shoe. Relief of the sort of over-hot, sort of humid clutch of the pillow. But even the eventual silence does not soothe. That peace is elusive.