In My Bubble.

I miss my solitude, despite knowing that it is almost unhealthy. Being around people has become so tiring. And sleep has become a partner that stopped holding me. 

Instead, sleep steals all my blankets, comforts and dreamless nights. 

I am not living, yet I am not dead. 

What am I?

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