i should be sleep right now but tiredness has not yet washed over me. has not pulled me under its comforting grasp. holding me tight against its chest until i cant move. and have no choice but to drift away. to stay within it's grasp would mean torture. but to leave would be insanity. so i dangle in limbo. content in who i am. a sleepfigher. periodically winning the battle until inevitably the time comes and i'm worn out. body aching from standing strong i tried. to fight. eyes droop. and i give in. to sweet dreams.