Soft and sinking deep.
I know this pillow’s got me
as I start to fade away.
So many words have left me
since the light of my phone faded away.
Then the sounds around me drift
until all I can hear is the slowing of my breathing…
The beating of my heart…
And the small symphony
that accompanies dreams
coming to take me away…
Almost there…
Then the AC kicks on.
I’m back.
Writing.
Accomplished.
Yet waiting to find
the sweet spot on my pillow again…
Tribe Of Flannel 