The music blares as your eyes droop low.
Sociality has become your greatest foe.
With a mumble, you excuse yourself,
Your main concern: your mental health.
Stumble upstairs and to your room,
Shutting the door, sealing your tomb.
Party noises float up through the floor,
You're so tired you can't hear anymore.
The only beating you can address
Is the slowing pace inside your chest.
The pillow's so soft you could sink through
And without any prompting…you do.
Dream of princes and dragons and castles,
Knights, mages and maidens (in tassels!).
Dream of soaring through clouds above,
Of serenity, contentment, and (of course) love.
Dream of tomorrow, filled with fun.
Pleasant sleep, my darling one.
Poem: Pleasant Sleep
