My head rests against a surface
That feels soft yet it does not comfort.
My eyes feel tired yet they do not rest.
My body is exhausted and yet refuses to relax.
It is 2 in the morning
Or is it 5? Maybe its 10 in the night?
Who knows how long its been
Who knows when it will end
Does end mean I can sleep
Or does it mean its time to wake up?
But how would I wake up
When I haven’t slept
And how would I sleep if I don’t feel awake?
A limbo of restlessness
There is something else here, in the darkness.
A shape
What is it? Who is it?
Looks familiar
It’s her! She is here with me!
She seems to be asleep
Dreaming of a better tomorrow, I hope.
Looking at her calms the tempest in my mind
I feel less scared
Still suspended between sleep and awake
but now I realise I am happy.
Sleep would not probably greet me tonight
But knowing she is here with me
Through it all, is enough for one more night.