Please answer yes or no to the following questions:
Have trouble sleeping?
toss and turn for hours on end?
long for sleep but fight it because you are terrified of the dark?
crave a human touch during the wee hours?
find comfort in strangers’ voices and last year’s top twenty hits while your alarm ticks closer and closer?
claim to need sleep but secretly dread the loneliness that lies on the other side of dreams?
having difficulty staying awake at work?
losing interest in things you used to love?
scared, but secretly wishing you would fall asleep behind the wheel?
holding on to misplaced guilt and misunderstandings never resolved?
using uncertainty as your favorite stuffed toy?
frightened that the minute eyelids close is the minute you cease to exist, to someone, to that one, to anyone;
or worse, the second eyelids close is the second you spring into deadly action *don’t blink*
Do you see yourself when you read these words?
You are desperate, aren’t you?
On a scale of one to ten how desperate would you say you are?
Do you have trouble sleeping?
If you answered yes to the above questions, please follow me. An appointment shall be made for you immediately. You are in need of something-
a piece of paper and a pen almost out of ink
a printer cartridge with a few more words to spare
a text message
a remedy? I do apologize; those are not currently available.
If you answered no to the above questions, come this way. I’m afraid you need to be quarantined.
You are the cause.