Friday, March 16, 2012

Waiting for Sleep to Come

I wrap myself 
in 
a warm, velvety cocoon 
of 
covers.

Waiting for sleep to come.  

The scent 
of 
detergent engulfs me, 
steeps me 
in the familiar.
 
Waiting for sleep to come.  

My eyes 
are 
shut tight 
to block
the clock's incessant 
red numbered 
glare.

Waiting for sleep to come.  

I burrow deeper 
through 
layers 
of 
sheets and blankets, 
wrapping my ears 
to guard against
the faintest
night noises.
Waiting for sleep to come.  

Eventually 
my breathing lengthens, 
my thoughts slow, 
my muscles relax 
and 
sleep comes...zzzzzzz.

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