Heavy eyelids,
The lull of a fan,
A dark room,
But not pitch black.
There is a light on in the hall,
And the door is open a crack.
Every second feels like an eternity,
As she slowly starts to drift off.
Darkness surrounds her,
She feels her body sinking into the mattress,
The blankets around her seem enveloping.
Her head rests gently on the pillow,
But at the same time, sinks into the pillow,
As if she is sinking into quick sand.
Her brain keeps going,
She falls quickly into a deep sleep,
Forgetting everything that happened that day.
Her back, which ached, is now being put to rest,
Her body gets a break from everything,
But her mind keeps going.