As I lay here in my bed

A thousand thoughts run through my head

Anxiety levels rapidly rising

Due to phantasmagoric* hypothesising

.

I feel restrained

Chained to the bed

(Get those dirty thoughts

Out of your head!)

.

It should be fine

One should feel supported

It’s in my best interests

It has been purported

.

As seconds pass

I lay steadfast

This mental anguish

Will not pass.

.

I feel worked up

Time goes slow

And then I remember…

I don’t go back until tomorrow!

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