I promised to write love letters to Sleep if he would visit me. He didn't seem interested so it's a one pot of coffee in 30 minutes kind of day. There isn't much in me aside from that and a few crazy pills. I'm sure I ate yesterday, but now the sun is setting and I'm empty. I stumble on the stairs and tumble into my room, landing on my swivel chair. Unable to focus my eyes I close them and sing long forgotten tunes. My phone rings and I answer. My crush talks loudly about...something. I can't tell. I sigh and my phone falls from my hand as my mind fades into unconsciousness.