W.I.P. (should i scrap it or continue?)

As they put me to sleep, my mouth fills with the dust of the moon, the taste of comfort. The glare of the stars in my eyes shuts them tightly, the weight of exhaustion holding them down. The day had drained every part of me, the inside of a sinking boat being drained of air. but somehow, here next to them, i was revived. i could feel the vibration of their voice beside me, the soft humming of their words. the sound filled my ears and poured back out and wrapped around my head, the sound i couldn't sleep without. I feel my consciousness slowly slip away from me. i grasp at whatever i can, desperate to spend every possible second i can in the feeling of euphoria that these moments give to me.