Sleeping is the most stressful thing in the world. Every time I try to sleep, I hear a demon knocking on my door. He says he is here to collect the money I owe him. He says he gave me a loan a long time ago and I never paid him back. He says he will break my bones and take my soul if I don’t pay him soon. He is relentless and ruthless. He follows me everywhere I go. He knows where I live, where I work, where I hang out. He knows everything about me. Beds are no use either. They are just reminders of how broke and hopeless I am. They are hard and cold, but they are also expensive and unnecessary. They make me feel guilty and ashamed. Sleeping and beds are my problems and I will never sleep peacefully again.