My Psyche in a Straight-jacket

I could have slept this entire day away in a red cocoon. My dreams acted like a straight-jacket on my psyche. They pretended to be drawing me awake as they asked me real questions. Just as I would be upon a concrete solution to my woes my phone would vibrate on my filing cabinet/nightstand as if summoning me from this perilous purgatory that I dwell in awake and asleep. These two worlds that I simultaneously live in are not that different anymore.