Spread out were the sleep over an impractical waking state.
Eyes closed, eyes open. A dull ache in mind that remained open in this act of sleeping and waking up. 
One day I thought or dreamt I would find me a time where I would not have to sleep or wake up.
I would then no longer register edginess or boredom and try to put myself to sleep and would not also register restlessness that often woke me up.
Would I be called weird or strange or absurd as to being one who never slept and woke up.
It was thirty past two and I felt no sleep.
Good, with all the noise in the world in the mind, a mad rush guaranteed no sleep. Would that day be today or would I be sick.
Am I asleep and thinking I am awake.
Or am I lazy taking excessive drowsiness to be a waking state. 
What is this painful drowsiness. I can never hear me clearly and I keep demanding clarity all the time.
The door was closed, windows shut tight. The air from outside remained outside and so did thoughts. I was in a closed door room with windows shut tight.
How would the air in room know about their past and their future.
I thought the air must then be in some fantasy, as it was quiet and still. They were provided by some chill by the walls and the floor of the room that was big and mostly empty.
For me to touch one corner with the other took forty- five seconds and on that drowsiness that was some effort. Why was I walking at three in the night.
My feet were very sensitive to the chill of the flooring. The air kissed my skin as I walked, making me conscious then of my state.