A good night’s sleep

I don’t always get a good night sleep. I can be too cold, too hot, too awake…or pushed into anatomically impossible positions by two adorable cats that take up a disproportionate amount of blanket real estate.

And then, of course, is the sleep itself. I have become a very light sleeper and often have ‘busy dreams’ that see me more tired in the morning than when I retired the night before. Sigh.

This poem is a narrative about one recent episode of sleep.

Sleeping
Disturbed
Dream
Distorted
Fading
Darkness
Sensing
Monsters
Fear
Breathe
Running
Hide
Turn
Fight
Escape
Stirring
Forgetting
Remembering
Warmth
Comfort
Eyes
Close
Sleep.

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