Sleeping.

Something else. Rather than the rest.

Taking the child to bed.

A kiss on my  forehead. 

I slide into the soft sheets.

Surrender.

Sleep.

Silent.

Deep dreams.

Soft sheep's jumping over fences smiling as they land on their feet.

Wait for me. 

I want to make that leap.

One step further.

Folded realities in realities.

Dreams within dreams.

I let go of the hand that holds on to me.

sheets folding in sheets.

Softly slipping.

Drifting.

Looking back.

A flicker of light above me fades away.

I accept whatever washes over me.

Waves of apathy.

Who am I?

Is it still important to me?

Voids follow voids.

Black hole swallows black hole.

Universes disappear.

An eye blinks.

A moment passed.

Somewhere somebody looks at the clock.

The hands won't move even when I pray.

Sweat rolls down her cheeks.

He looks at her.

She screams but he doesn't hear.

He is zoned out.

Thinking of the responsibility.

He sees a boy growing up.

He sees his mother and father.

Hears the advice they gave him.

The moments of tenderness between the two.

Movies play in his mind.

He is the only person in the room.

The movie keeps playing just for you.

Transfixed. 

Nailed to the ground.

Moments of shame and proud pass by.

Moments of doubt.

Moments of pride.

The present is open wide.

He sees his wife in pain. 

The pain in his hand is fading away.

Any feeling in his hand is gone.

He didn't notice any change.

Focused on her.

I want to make that leap.

He hears her scream.

One moment.

Universes disappear.

Two people crying.

Sheets within sheets.

Who am I?

Is it still important to me?

Taking the child to bed.