Weary

I just don’t want to sleep anymore.

I suppose I have to.

I just don’t want to.

My biology impresses it upon my sensibilities.

But my mind rebels.
It senses the potentiality of missing out on the intensity of the feelings, emotions, sensations and experiences when somnambulant.

The body and mind crave rest, and require this to survive.

I’d rather be awake and slowing dying than be constantly wanting sleep.