She slithers in underneath my door in the dead of night. I let my guard down and she slides up my bed, underneath the covers and curls around my spine. She whispers sweet terrors and I find myself awake and fighting this anxiety that has me in her grip.
I am longing for the night- wishing for nothing but sleep but when the night comes, I lay in bed, awaiting a serenity that isn’t so imminent. A restlessness stirs within me, not realizing its still hours until dawn.
Does anyone catch themselves in between two realities? Do you wake up in a cold sweat from a dream your mind still believes is real? Obsessing over every little detail until your mind collapses from exhaustion. This isn't a poem, this is a question- or is it? I can't decide.
In the midst of sleep, Away from an iffy dream, Through the aperture in the window, I saw a shaft of light, gleaming, dazzling, killing the demons of the morn. Though one pulverizing but smiling wryly, reminds me of its return at night quietly.