Saturday, July 11, 2020

Slumber

Sleep is on me. I'm going cross-eyed and my eyelids are heavy. Nocturnes play in my head. Gravity seems to push harder.

Trying to fight is futile. Only sleep can fix this. Yet, somehow, my eyes are open. Open, now, but not for long. Unless I move soon, I will wake up in the morning in this spot.