Comfort

I am relaxed, darkness has already fallen and the only source of light is the small slither of that cheese-like textured moon. My lids are starting to feel heavy. I pull the blankets over my face, trying to find comfort. It's so hard to find these days, something that isn't making my hair fall out, that is. My lids are heavier now. My bed seems like it's shrinking, the walls are starting to run at me. Everything turns black. My lids are too heavy. God must have flicked off the night light he was providing for me, my last source of comfort. Strangely enough, I'm not scared. Next thing I know I'm waking up. Light is pouring into my iris' and suddenly I say

Good morning sunshine, I'm so glad you're here.