Sleep

To drift off in the dark warmth of sleep. The first feelings of relaxation and the body slowing down. The lids becoming heavy and the mind smiles when it is allowed to retreat into the dim caverns unchecked by stress or the responsibilities of life.

Sounds around us become more keen and a discordant knock or whine may bring a wrinkle to the brow and there may be part of the conscious mind that still will try to place it so that it can be rejected as safe and we can be at peace.

The flicking on and off of light as the lids droop then lift, droop once more, lift ever slowly once again as the world becomes a blur and they close for the last time.

If we are lucky we will not dream and our whole being can float the black silken road until the body is fully sated with slumber.

Perchance to dream? Then hope it is something gentle: the caress of a loved one; water, soft and cleansing, drifting over our outstretched arms; a cooling breeze making leaves dance; the welcome of a smile and soft skin.


Time up.
Inspiration: I had a nap today and the only person I know who had written about sleep is Shakespeare. I don't doubt others have, I just haven't read them.