even if my eyes stay open, i�m relaxed. in position, breathing heart particles while the breeze shifts the plastic slats serving as blinds
i can still feel the strength encircling me, at any given moment, or the hand tucking stray strands behind my ear. i can still hear the humming sigh, the soft squeak of sleep
i am jealous of the easy transition from openeyes to slumber � regardless of my fits, fidgeting, coughing, murmuring, turning nightmares into dialogues
the temptation to turn is too strong; i have to peek.
buried in the newest familiarity, enamored by simplicity, yet still aggravated by my every-hour-on-the-hour waking pattern. but the ache of insomnia is soothed by� (this)
i have a CD of 17 songs to play and a cloudless afternoon. care to share a nap with me?