I had a night terror again.
The one where I’m
trapped in my house and
there are giant bugs crawling
in through the walls.
I can’t escape.
The doors and windows
are locked,
so I set the house on fire.
With me in it.
And we all burn out.

I wake up,
drenched in sweat.
My white sheets,
now stained yellow.
I can’t sleep.
I have to go back to bed
on the floor.
I can’t stop crying,
my room is muggy,
no longer my sanctuary.
This is not a dream anymore.

This is real life.
The nightmare I fall asleep to.
The soundtrack of
my sleep schedule.
Wake me when it’s over.

10/1/2015
2:56 AM

it'd cut through my sour, orange moments, as my blue sheets remind me of you. My pastel mug wouldn't remind me of tea, but your confectionary lips in lieu.

Contrarily, I'd destroy my like for maroon and I'd never have my eyes red. I'd hate every crimson flower, and disdain every green. And I'll stay away from cherries and tangerine.

But loving you is not a condition, but an overwhelming actuality. Loving you is blue. Like the subtle and unchanging hue of the skies, the tint of the ocean and its tides, I will forever love you.

Soft  yellow sunrise
my first morning waking up
looking into your eyes

Lying still in the moment
to soak it all in
a calm beating heart & an unscathed grin

Wrinkled sheets and messy hair
sipping fresh coffee
in a chipped-paint chair

A new beginning & the feeling of home
making sense of the past
and my journey alone

It lead me to your smile, which lead me to your kiss
and being wrapped in your angel wings
in a night of heavenly bliss

This morning I found my purpose
and I hope to see 1000 more
soft yellow sunrises streaming in behind your door

Gentle place my head rest to lay
Discontinued old plastic minerals
On this bed today
Hand me the auxcord
No longer looking at things like an old sadness

curled wrists folded within crumpled sheets
heartbeats gently flutter beneath my skin
drunk on dreams as I nestle
further and deeper into oblivion
however my mind is choking
mental reminders of things past
objectives to complete
work to be finished
I, bleary eyed, weary *****
assume a vacant mind
fixed to a beat body
mess of movements, mess of thoughts
3am is so unkind
to a lonely longing mind

Beneath my covers in the
dark of night,
I felt pulled tight. 
My pajamas and
underthings finding all
the wrong places.

At my time of change,
I was gifted a bed.
I felt freedom.
A space of my own, finally alone.
The eldest, released from the pack.

Revelation of delight,
naked under soft sheets.
I felt the coolness.
My skin alive, fresh from a
warm bath. Feet wrapped safe,
deep within layers.

The Dreams came then...
I felt their calling.
Whispers beckoning me
into flight,
to float above,
observe my simple beauty

Gently slipping towards the galaxy,
I felt no weight.
Nebula's Helix, Saturn and Orion,
their colors became the
pallet of My mind.

Able to soar with the eagles,
into the depths of the oceans.
The whales called for me to follow.

Walking within the beam of
light, I felt warmth.
Crystalline aquifers quenched
my thirst. Grounding  me to the
center of our Earth.

Of an age now,
that comfort has settled in,
I feel whole within.
Naked with my soul.

The sheets still cool
after a long warm bath.


Copyright © May 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved

Let us dance
though the evening.
My steps may
be off, and I might
have two left feet
but as you roll me
through these sheets
the dance we make together
will be the best dance
I've ever danced.
-JRM

How I wish to fall into her dreams,
and land amongst them like satin sheets
as they pose like April clouds;
snowy towers in the sky.
Imagine all the wonders.
Her inner light has always been bright as the sun,
which is why her eyes always shine,
as if they paint,
                            "I love you"
between us in strokes of light.
Above all,
perhaps I'll meet myself,
and learn if I visit her dreams
as often as she inhabits mine.

I love you indefinitely, but I especially love you at 2am.

This is my favorite hour with you.
This is my favorite version of you.

With your hands swimming in a sea of sheets
unaware that they are searching for a home between mine,
our fingers lock like little magnets.

Where do you go my love?

Do you take me with you?