The sound the bed makes

I like the sound the bed makes as I shift at 2am. It reminds that me I am not alone. It reminds me I am enveloped in a cocoon of cotton and wool and flannel and polyester blend, the thread count of which rubs the warm smooth skin of my calf. Insomnia is when you are in school and waiting for summer holidays. So close yet so far. So far yet so close. That is what insomnia feels like. It’s funny cause I’m meant to be sleeping. Pills that are meant to be helping me, that were making me sleepy...