Sleepless Poem by Diana Ballesteros

My days are mixing with my nights, am not sure what today is, and what it's to be okay. My head feels lights as the air, light as the feather that floats into the sky, light as a cloud being moved by a tender wind. Its day dreaming of being asleep resting. I am daydreaming of my bed the warmth beneath my sky-blue blanket. The soft pillow that holds my head. And the little person that sleeps next to me. Feeling his little head on my arm, feeling the weight of his mind in my arm, as he floats to dreamland for the night. Waking up from time to time just to see him dream and moving him away just a bit because my arm also fell asleep.
However, my eyes feel heavy like a nightmare, am scared to close my eyes because am not sure when will they open again. Am not sure if am sleeping or if am dreaming. It's like a nightmare. I dream of being at work to only wake up at work. These days and nights have blurred together. And my brain is very confused. Its asking am still working or am I supposed to sleep. I am not sure how many days I gone sleepless or what I have said or even done. Everything is mixing into a great nightmare that seems to never end.