Sleep
Is gripping at the fringes of her mind.
Calling her
Into the black velvet blanket of
Unconsciousness...
Beckoning her
in an almost sensual way
She
Resists,
Pushes,
Sighs.
And gives in. Gives in to the melting sensation, the state of rest.
As time stands still...
movement stops.
As little pictures play inside her head,
Telling her...
Sleep
is
on
its
way
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Sleep
Is gripping at the fringes of her mind.
Calling her
Into the black velvet blanket of
Unconsciousness...
Beckoning her
in an almost sensual way
She
Resists,
Pushes,
Sighs.
And gives in. Gives in to the melting sensation, the state of rest.
As time stands still...
movement stops.
As little pictures play inside her head,
Telling her...
Sleep
is
on
its
way
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