Sleep Denied

To avoid any confusion, yes, this is meant to be over-the-top. Inspired by a true story.

           Eyes droop, muscles ache. Skin sags, feet twitch.
           Lying here, the soul yearns for that eternal rest that is sleep. In it all is forgotten, memories slip into nothing. Thoughts of present trials and stresses float from the mind and into the abyss.
           Oh, that such a rest is denied by neighboring spirits. Electric guitars and off-key voices besiege my ears. Guitar Hero echoes through halls and intensifies into a haunting din.
           Sleep, sweet sleep. Comfort from heaven, God given escape. The body is left for a moment, sinking into the mattress. The denied joy.
           Tossing, turning, tossing again, longing for release. The noise is louder. Quicker. Faster. Growing. Louder, slowly louder.
           Sudden silence. Could it be? Has the final level been cleared?
           Silence for a moment longer. Can it be true?
           Hope springs eternal! No more sound, the annoyance has vanished. The gentleness of the atmosphere invades my mind.
           Eyes close, muscles relax, and I drift away.