Trapped in my own head

I fall asleep on my desk,
hands resting over open books,
wishing for a soft hand brushing hair away,
a kiss left like a promise on my forehead.

But all I hear is a voice,
sharp, familiar, cold:
"You're falling behind."

My eyes snap open,
heart pounding, hands shaking,
wanting someone to hold me, steady me.

Then it hits me-
there's no one here,
just the empty silence pressing in,
and me, left to carry this weight alone.