Sleep
   Is gripping at the fringes of her mind.
         Calling her
    Into the black velvet blanket of
                         Unconsciousness...

Beckoning her
                         in an almost sensual way
     She
       Resists,
            Pushes,
                Sighs.
     And gives in. Gives in to the melting sensation, the state of rest.

As time stands still...
                                       movement stops.
As little pictures play inside her head,
          Telling her...
Sleep
          is
               on
                     its
                                    way