I need rest. For my eyes to glaze over and slide back so I can file my thoughts away and just be some floating consciousness for a while, not tied to any emotions or feelings. Maybe I won’t even dream. I just need to slip away, so I can be new again when I wake up. Open my eyes and see a new sun, and all this heavy weight will flake off in my sleep. So by morning I’m new. I’m well, and rested, and clean. Raw. Plucked of every bad feather. Just let me push the off button, just for a little bit. And I promise when I pull myself out of bed tomorrow I won’t be so mean.