“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them."
- Edgar Allan Poe
You've been having these, um, nightmares.
They're not of the horrific kind. No. Frankly, they're very annoying, and yet... every night has left you wide-eyed and hollow.
Your friends wants to help you, but you don't need their help. You don't want their help. You can and will manage well all on your own.
All you need is perfection.