buried beneath

sleep, where are you?
you’ve abandoned me for the evening, apparently. are you out with another woman? i’m lonely without you.
“nighttime is the worst time”
my dreams develop characters i want to know. i want to go there. i want to drive them, show them, guide them. i want to ask them questions and feel their presence. instead i am here. wishing i could cough up the keys to my dream world.
but sleep does not come.