Sleep.
Something that sometimes escapes me,
but other times pulls me into a dream,
helping me to escape reality.
Sometimes,
I wake up,
confuzzled,
looking around,
still stuck in my dream.
Other times,
I wake up entirely refreshed,
still wanting to stay warm in my bed sheets.
Most days though,
I am like an insomniac.
I stay up from one morning to the next,
five am to five am,
six to seven,
random times- without tiring.
When sleep does come to
encompass me in its warmth,
I relish it,
breathing in the scent that only exists
in my dreams.
My breathing slows,
a soft snore escapes my lips,
and my head stills against the pillows,
surrendering itself to sleep.
It's funny though,
that my brain still wanders.
All throughout the night,
(or morning),
it wanders,
sometimes letting my conscious self in,
other times leaving me unbeknownst to
the dreams.
A/N
Song of chapter:
Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
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