The images i see when i close my eyes to go to bed: Ephemeral; a dissonant stage filled with veiled objects; obscure but always there, ever present. Right now, they take the shape of pillows and are encased around me. Previously, it was a tall, large, invisible man who would keep asking me *who are you; who are you*. I have never had an answer to his question and i feel irritation, almost anger that he would keep asking, keep coming back. I try to squish him out of my mind. I always succeed.

Now the question bubbles are back. At first, the pillows seemed protective, now they are turning on me and doing the same thing as the tall, large, invisible man: asking me questions i had no answers for. Slowly, i establish with each bubble that i do not know the answers to any questions and to please leave me alone. Then i can go to sleep. How fast i go to sleep depends on the number of pillows.

The path to sleep is not as easy as people think! I have just gone through a period of depression where my sleep patterns were very disturbed. Exceedingly tedious, almost bloody crippling and embarrassing. Yes. I find being mentally ill embarrassing. Pathetic, but it is true. Nuff said bout me!