Between steady breaths, I float away in peaceful sleep although, I am not quite here and I am not quite gone. My slumber becomes a nightly rehearsal for when the final curtain falls only without strings attached, as I flirt with oblivion and keep my options open.
Each night I ghost the otherworld, leaving my body wrapped in a duvet as I run away with my dreams and return before dawn breaks. I have become death's friend as I surrender to the darkness without agreeing to forever, as I experience my temporary death with daily resurrection rights.
We share in the nothingness, as my consciousness is on pause. Tonight I'll die again, and tomorrow I'll return. It is the perfect arrangement with death who waits patiently, understanding that I'm not quite ready for anything so permanent yet.