Sleep

The lack of sleep tears at my eyes. They are pushed and pulled with distortions of vision, causing gaps to appear in the floor in front of me, bending and warping it. I stand still, close my eyes and wait for it to pass. When I open them again there is only the ripple at the edges, the corners of my vision, but at least I can fold enough reality around me that I don't slip through the cracks and get carried away again. I've spent a lot of time re-building my life in this world and I am not keen on the idea of losing it all again.