Odd changes and hibernation

The urge to not exist temporarily

I lay down on the sofa and I look at the ceiling. I find peace, I go elsewhere, I want to stay as long as possible once I’ve entered the space.

I always dreamt of being lifted up into a cloud and staying there suspended for hours as the world went on. Nobody noticed I was missing and I had no business knowing what was going on down there. I keep being p…