I lay here.
My body aches from the endless months before.
It yearns for that beautiful darkness
That comes with sleep.

The darkness that it has failed to see for far too long.
I hear nothing but the fan circling above
And crickets chirping merrily outside my window.

Bed is soft, and warm, and comforting.
My limbs sink to become one with the mattress.

But even as my body is at peace,
My mind swirls around going ten-thousand different directions.
All at light speed.

These thoughts crash together
Causing my body to ****, to tense,
Reminding it that it is not really resting.

As the thoughts break themselves apart,
They sort into a hallway of organized threads,
Each needing close examination before retiring until tomorrow.

I start in the past.
With the threads that shine in an assortment of pale colors.

As I examine them, they begin to vibrate.
The song is sad, but hopeful,
The notes smooth, legato.

Then I move along to the last 24 hours.
The colors bright, the song light and happy.
Trills and runs go off cheerfully, then make their way to the distance.

I move forward.
The threads are dark and intense,
The song creepy, almost wrong.

In another outburst,
Chaos erupts.

The threads wrap around me.
Showing all the possibilities.

They start with the way I want things to be,
But as time goes by,
Each gets more wrong, more disturbed.

The threads cling to me for hours,
Until finally, just as the sun peeks over the mountains,
Like a light switch,

All goes still.
All goes silent.
All goes black.

The threads dormant at last.
Until tomorrow comes
And it all starts anew.