Sleep

Sleep: the seductress of the unconscious, pulling me from wakefulness.

She is like a spell,

so enchanting.

I can’t help but succumb

to her passive oblivion.

She pulls at my eyelids

Heavy, heavy, heavier.

She slows my breathing to a 6/8 tempo

In-ha-le, ex-ha-le, in-ha-le, ex-ha-le

My core is snug and warm

Cosy in her embrace.

My limbs drop to the ground

Dragged by gravity.

My mind drifts, lifts,

And shifts into dream mode.

Peaceful.

Rested.

The doors close in on the conscious world.

It may be day time but she says it is the right time.

Don’t be annoyed, I can’t help it.

I tried to resist but she is so inviting.

Maybe she thought you weren’t exciting.

Just leave me be for 40 winks.

And then I’ll be out of this catatonic clink.