Have you fallen in a twilight zone?

The illuminating skies
Up above
Our air.

Silent unspoken praise
And good nights.

Fluttering hand movements that lay about in the dark corners of the room you sleep in.

Infant sizing the motionless shadows
Underneath the bed.

But as time passes us even the memories are past along as it goes.

But now it is our time to sleep.

Hoping for the sweetest sweets one could have as a replacement of a bittersweet candy bar.

On a mattress made of a cloud that had dropped from the heavens that were created.

A pillow that protects and heals ones sores, wounds, and dreams.

A blanket to comfort of warmth that shields us in our sleep
And the monsters that surrounds us.

And seconds of the beauty of blue eyes that closes unknowingly comes to an end for another day is to come.

To have a thought, is to be all of it.

Be the mattress you lay on to confront you.

Be the pillow that protects and heal the sores and wounds and dreams.

Be the blanket to be the comfort of warmth that shields us in our sleep.

And the monsters that surrounds us.

Most of all be that thing you dream about that most and be the sweetest of them all even if they are forgotten temporary in a flash.

For as long as to remember please dream sweetly for as long as can be.

Now sleep tight and be filled with unquestionable thoughts of curiosities.

-Goodnight.