I feel comfortable. The estranged imagination of chemicals finds its way into my field of vision. I pattern those modest images into esoteric configurations and relish the unconscious hours. The genius of sleep enters my head and the execution of pain and melancholy lie innards open to the world in its wake. I will exclaim future pleasures and decide on modest endeavours after I lay and sacrifice in a rhythmic measure.

My skin determined to be divided with my body, denotes a devious grin as I read the small initials engraved on my comfort.