Restful giant

The head is full of thoughts. No rest to be seen. Pathing around my room late at night. Or was it morning? When birds start to greet the new day. But I live in a timeless space, covered with worries about the past, present, and future. Plans, schemes, arrangements. What if something will go wrong? There is plan b, and c, and d. And all of it to be able one day to say to me: that is it, it is time to rest. But this time never came. It is always something to think about. To worry, to fear. I see a giant in this picture, lying like on a pillow, peaceful, restful. Is it a dream or grave?