I feel calm and stupid

I feel calm and stupid.
I feel alone and content.
I feel light and free.
I feel the colors appearing and fading away.
I feel the rain splattering on the window.
I feel the silliness of the situation, the fallacies of the time.
I feel the night, drifting away into Oblivion.
I feel the cloud of thoughts, creating a haze.
A haze of sleep. A haze of calm. I feel calm. And stupid.