In the shadow of moonlight you can show me a new place to start

Struggling with my insomnia again the last few nights. To blissfully close my eyes and forget is no longer effortless; I wonder if I lay between those starry sheets, beneath that glowing colorful spinning spectrum of dreams...I wonder if that way, the sleepless nights would feel alright. I wonder if I would feel justified. As it is, I lay here restless, left to daydream but unable to let my heart play seamless movies on the insides of my eyelids; lightly freckled shoulders lay beneath thick sheets, too hot, too cold; and my conscious gives way to small spiders that climb and crawl across this awkward body. They don't let me sleep; I just want to forget.