Self-designed anguish

writing prompt # 5: describe a feeling you have occasionally felt before bed

I cannot believe that it is finally over. I slowly drop my eyelids until there is nothing but pure murkiness, until there is no thought spiralling through like a fly around a plate laden with confectionery. Until I feel…stiff. I can no longer move a muscle, no longer feel a single limb. My head becomes a bag of lead, and my feet a pot of gold. I can see myself tied to a wooden board, strapped in to keep me still. I can feel hopelessness. I can understand what it truly feels like to be powerless. I feel as if they had nailed my flesh onto the wood and glued my hair like a long, harsh rope that is about to strangle me into my last breath. I could not budge, I could not talk, I could not move, I could not even twitch. I was trapped, and the only way out was to unknowingly transport myself back out of this self-architected anguish all designed inside of me…