This time of morning, I don’t know what I hate more; my alarm clock or myself. The pending day gets lost in the memories; the entrails of the void. I can’t bear to be me yet. So you won’t see me, I’ll be the last one out. Take me back to where we don’t know who we are. Permanent night. No thoughts, no worries. I’ll fall back asleep, pray I hit the ground, I’ll fashion ways to keep me here forever. Here in nothing, where no one sees; free of context, far from misery—and we both know we’ll never feel better than this.