Pulled

The words tonight feel as though they are being pulled from me. As  though  every  letter  is  a   struggle.  The more  I  try  to   write  the  harder   and  harder  it   becomes   to   form   a   coherent  thought.    My   need   to get   something  down,    and   out  of    my   head,    and   onto    the   computer,    is    overriding    my    need   to    sleep.  What's      that     you     say?     Sleep?    Sleep    is      a      wonderful     thing     I     used     to   do.....