It strikes me that I have some anxiety about falling asleep lately. There's this underlying sensation that I have not accomplished enough, that another day has passed with no meaning found, that morning will arrive with no reason for me to drag myself out of bed other than sleep funk and halitosis.
So I have nothing left to do with my day. I'm exhausted and sleep-deprived, yet I can't pull myself to the bedroom. What is that?
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