Sep 20, 2010 22:32
What thoughts run through my head as I am sitting up, avoiding my bed?
What lingers beyond my thoughts, keeping sleep at bay like a fox?
I want to know what my mind hides, what lurks in the deep dark inside.
What thoughts feed it, I want to know. What keeps it below.
Sleep beacons like a warm lover, but dream's cold embrace stirs from me a shutter.
I stay, frozen with dread... but warmth and comfort await in my bed.
Ah, but exhaustion distracts me yet, pleasantly and finally, and so with that...
... I am off to bed.