Sleeping Pills

I can’t hear you. You are speaking but I can’t hear. There are words but I can’t read them. Nothing is making sense but everything finally does. My eyes see but everything is far away, as if I am already in a dream. I believe because I can, not because my heart would believe if I did not force my mind to do so. My eyelids feel heavy, my shoulders droop back. I am warm and content. For once, I am tired. I am not sad, I am not awake, I am not stuck. I am tired.