3:43 AM STORY TIME.

contemplating my options I think sleeping at an immeasurable slant toward the floor- eh.

no sooner realizing: nope, not a dream- a reality. & it sucks.

I plummet off of my skyscraper mattress. thinking this will be fixed in a jif.

If ever I were askew this were that time.

Fixing the worlds most blatant bed is non-existent.

Giving up the ghost. As to quote scripture.

Walking away with my pride, a little mermaid blanket, and my blackberry clenched in my fist of rage.

I lie on the couch. Awake more so than I would be in a Final of any sorts.

Overwhelmed I begin to sleep. good.

NO bad I dream of a man just walking through our apartment- ehh HELP.

No Corinne- He wasn't cute.

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The NO DOUBLE STAKING BED-RISERS CLAUSE.

To be inforced at 3 AM ONLY.

In certain circumstance the place in which you sleep known as "the bed" will tumble to slab below only when you are sleep deprived, stressed beyond all limits. Surpassing the limit , strength and ability of some of the greats- this includes fictional characters such as Harry James Potter as well as Hurcules and Captain America.

Tired & exhausted.

When it comes to sleep- you know the kind that we all need and love.

we can relate.

In my case I think even Hitler would feel compassion.

Realizing no sooner than 4:17 AM that my humor at this time is lumpish and obese I'll stop.

BUMMERsummer.

Garbage.

Lower than the worms that fidget, in the earths soggy, soil below.

My scaly, pale, skin crawling from the depth of despair.

There may as well be monster(s) in my head.

MOnstErS. As in multiple.

Feeding them by mistake- they now refuse to leave.

I allow them to punish me with thoughts of anxiety.

Stresses that will never cease.

But rather ceasing they drag on with mere reflections of my acts.

Presenting a picture-musing frames of wrongs and rights.

I see, I'm not so bad.

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Like a row boat pivoting through the clouds.

I inhale the warmth of greatness rising above me.

Glasses on my circle face are labeled: negative persona.

Tossing them I ascend aerial positions.

It WILL last- it has to. Falso.

Like a status no one "likes" it will be deleted.

Erased from the memory box titled: ONCE PLEASANT.

Thoughts dart in and out of my mind.

I think. I Ponder. I do all I can do.

Greedy. Grab every expression of happiness.

Hoard it in a wooden box. Wrap it with Duct Tape. you'll want it.