I am as tired as I look

Hotel beds feel like plywood wrapped in scratchy sheets. Between house(s) buying/selling/repairing and college traveling, I am so exhausted that I am not even sure for where/what/whom I feel homesick. All I want to is rest. A thought pops into my heart: I want to curl in the palm of King Kong and sleep cradled there. I can't remember why that seems familiar, like a I had wish in a dream before.