The frost bitten air, forsing its way down my throat.
Seeping under the covers I hide in.
The sands of time, now drawing the numbers 1:40.
So late is now, yet so far from sleep I am.
My pillow calls in the silence coming from my walls, for me to visit.
And with the unwilling closure of my eye lids, I give in.
I rest my body, on the clouds were I dream.
For I venture into the dark, exploring for some light.