Snap and I’ll wake up

I'm inside a wall of net.
I can't sleep. I shall most certainly die tonight because I can't I think, I can't centre.
All I know is that I'm in bed with white lights above my head that if I switch off I'll be in utter and complete darkness so much that I won't know where to land my feet.
It's all or nothing here and I'm a person of needs and rituals .
It's claustrophobic. Everything I need is outside the net and I can't in the middle of night just stretch out my hand and pick my bottle of water cuz I'm inside a net house with the fan on full speed which is my most extreme pet peeve. Fans need to be just fast enough to circulate air without being disturbing with a side of air conditioning if it's too hot and currently it isn't but because this room is a container, the whirring of the fan is a must for the anorexic tendrils of air passing through the window mesh which is in two layers, so imagine the abundance of microscopic holes sprawled around the window that can reduce the most potent wind to a feeble trail of paused air, add to that the breathlessness which comes from claustrophobia and this is a great sacrifice of freedom because I can't just walk out of the bed cuz guess what I'll walk right into the net.
My freedom of movement is unbearably restricted and I can't sleep like this.
I think I might cry.