Going to bed with all the pain, the anxiety, and the thoughts for tomorrow. Yet as soon as sleep settles in, you forget there’s a tomorrow, a future. Finding peace for a few hours, borrowing it like it’s on loan. Living the future we wish for in our dreams. Then the horror hits. Nothing. The news still bleeding on your phone. Bills still screaming from the table. People still hungry two streets over. Clocks still eating time like it’s cheap. Your name still on someone's list to disappoint. You wake up and realize that short peace, where your brain shuts down and stops thinking, was just a mask. It never loved you back. You begged it to stay.