was reading late,
The room was quiet.
Rain tapped the window
Like it knew my name.
The pages felt warm,
The words felt kind.
I meant to stop,
But I didn’t mind.
My eyes got heavy,
The lines went slow.
The story blurred,
And I let it go.
I don’t know when
I closed my eyes,
But I didn’t leave
I stayed inside.
If you wake me,
Please be kind.
I’m still resting
In that book of mine.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
was reading late,
The room was quiet.
Rain tapped the window
Like it knew my name.
The pages felt warm,
The words felt kind.
I meant to stop,
But I didn’t mind.
My eyes got heavy,
The lines went slow.
The story blurred,
And I let it go.
I don’t know when
I closed my eyes,
But I didn’t leave
I stayed inside.
If you wake me,
Please be kind.
I’m still resting
In that book of mine.
