early as the sun rises a drooping still body sits glancing up to the window as sun peaks through blinds a sluggish eye squints up and the dragging mind watches as the haunting night now gives way to a bright merciless morning cycle as the world continues without a pause for the weary souls that never ended the day
Prompt 96. What’s it like when you have to wake up in the morning on a night you can’t sleep?
words from a conversation we had days ago echo in my mind turning into a lullaby, softly coaxing my eyelids shut. welcoming deep sleep to my weary heart. each part of our souls intertwine to create a perfect panoply facilitated by the moon. you and i under the same sky, all of a sudden the displeasures from the day before slowly melt away into the dark nighttime. in the syzygy of our cosmic hearts we bask in the ethereal glow encompassed comfortably by the stars and moons. involved in a state of a constant somnambulism so i never have leave the blissful reality conceived in my subconscious. dreamers indulgence, walking hand in hand, free and filled with halcyon in the safety of sleep.
When you can't go outside in the cold Cause it hurts your bones; And you've caused self inflicted mayhem On every surface of your skin When the night is your only cherished friend It comforts your deceiving soul And sings you a fast tempo lullaby