hypnogogia

I can't sleep.
Everything is too bright. My eyes won't stay shut, and I'm stuck listening to the low snap of each blink.
My husband breathing.
The cat snoring.
I roll over, and my pillow seems thicker and puffier than it was a moment ago.  Nothing is quite as I remember it.  Still, I'm not exactly sure what has changed-- only that it is not the same.
My mind is dead awake; it's racing, but I can't pick out any particular thoughts.
My stomach aches. I have seven days of treatment left, and already it is tearing my insides out.
My head hurts. My back hurts. To be frank, my whole body feels sore. Sick.
I want more than ever to leave. I'm done here.