I am sleeping much heavier than I used to. Awful, awful dreams. I move slowly in them as if I am sleepwalking and cannot pry open my eyes. It feels like days but it has only been thirteen hours. I am weaning myself off the poison. Not the drink, I am done with that. It is poison but not the poison I speak of. I speak of half pinks and full greens and little white hexagons that dissolve on your tongue if you don't get them down fast enough.