Sleep

I finally hit that moment in the night when sleep begins to conquer my thoughts. It  always  starts  as  vague  voices,  strange  and  random  remarks  from  the  abyss  of  my  unconscious  mind.   They   come   like   settlers   from   a   mysterious   and   distant   land,   first   as   a   voice   or   a   sound,   then   taking   the   form   of   visual ethereality.    The    ambiguous    sights    and    sounds    begin    to    mottle    the    black    canvas    behind    my    weary    eyelids.     From     the     dark     confusion,     faces     and     objects     begin     to     form     like     timid     silver     etchings,     not quite     ready     to     show     themselves     in     full.     They      have      an      indefinable      presence      like      the      lingering      stains      of      a      bright      light until      my      wakefulness      finally      subsides      and      sleep      overcomes.       Some       crucial       barrier       is       breached       and       dreams       flood       my       being.         My        body         is         forgotten          and          I          am          transported          to          a          world          so          absurd          that          I          could          visit          Heaven          and         Hell          in          a          span          of          minutes                   regardless          of          my          agnosticism.         I           finally                   remember          the          true          feeling          of          comfort.

 

 

Then my alarm begins yelling at me and I’m pissed off.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Ok, so I write poetry. I prefer poetry over stories, but once in a while I make exceptions. I really liked the spacing of your words, giving the appeal of falling...nice!

[misha]

What an interesting write. The very end made me smile and laugh. Great job!!!!

[Dipanjan Dutta]

I like this Chris, may be coz I sometimes have the same feeling when I have almost fallen asleep...but the words are precisely chosen and the piece is a beauty...

:) Dipanjan

[Chris Woestenburg]

Thank you, Dipanjan!