I feel my eyelids droop
like clouds swooping down
over my eyes, as my breathing
relaxes into deep rhythmic sounds.
I feel my body become one
with the mattress. Warping
itself to hold me tightly.
Melding itself around me,
like a cocoon.
Duvet gently brushing exposed skin.
The breath of cool wind swooning in
from the slight opening of the window.
And if I sleep maybe
I’ll wake up beautiful.
Maybe I’ll feel more able
to face the day.
And if I just let the sky
combust into dreams
maybe I won’t feel so useless.
And I feel weightless,
like I’m floating in zero gravity.
A starship
soaring through
the space waves.
Me, the captain
scouring the universe
for new places to see.
I let myself drift,
like I’m on a spacewalk
into the black abyss.
The void, the emptiness.
But it is not scary.
It is peaceful,
with an aura of bliss.
And I’m sinking deeper.
I feel every muscle
sever their connection to the brain.
No pain, no feeling,
just weightless breathing.
Sleeping.
And I’m dreaming.
Dreaming of stories yet to be.
I’m dreaming of evergreen.
A walk in the lush foliage.
A kiss beside the bridge over the stream
in the forest in some unseen memory.
And I’m at peace.
My heart beats a steady rhythm,
my feet are not twitching.
My breathing is deep.
And I’m floating on moments
I so wish to be.


