I want a refund on my dreams. in And here we go.

The stories are amazing, the characters are delectable, the setting is cozy and comforting.
Yet, nothing good ever comes of them.

I lay awake at night, trying to not to fall asleep, heavy eyelids get heavier and heavier, inching towards slumber, until the internal switch clicks on by itself and I just drown into a sleep.
I should wake up soaking wet, but I wake up in the comfort of my bed, a reminder I can buy all the material comforts I want, surround myself with luxuries but it’s the genius of the hole.

It gets bigger the more I take away.