Don't Leave Me Alone With My Thoughts

I laid there, staring at the ceiling and the cream colored walls. Alone with the air, darkness, my thoughts, my horrid blurry vision. I left my glasses at home. I left everything at home, save for my tshirt and pajama bottoms and socks. No bra even. No kitchen sink. I saw the light peeking through the door, a door I couldn't shut. When would this end?