That Annoyingly Orange Linen

“The linen, no matter how hard it tries,
Will always be orange.
Are you upset by how coloured it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the lines so orangeish?”

… Oh, how I yearn for a peaceful rest.
To find solace in a dreamless nest.

Many days, my insomnia does quite a number on me. It whispers into my ear as I lie awake, feeding me with anxieties. The moment it gets hard to tell the difference between day and night, I realize I have, yet again, become a prisoner in my cell of a bed.