Breathing pressure

     Leaning back, closing my eyes. Tapping away at
the keys hoping the pressure in face fades.

     Holding tightly onto a hope that parts of a dream
swallows any annoying moment of today into darkness.
Yes to not feel anything just at this moment.

     Seated, shifting. The craving to get up and move
yet my head screams for a stationary position. How
to win this tiny battle?

    Yes keeping my eyes closed, breathing deeper
the irritation of pain dissolves. Soul becomes sensitive
and achy. Ah so taunt it hurts.

    Backing myself further into cushions make all
else worse. Blind open my eyes long enough to
release paleness of a few layers. The peelings of
cotton and eyelets. Ah breathing.

    Opening eyes long enough to choose whether
soft pink, white or yellow graces a pale, freckled form.
Indeed an eeny meeny miney moe situation. Take
a pick. Anyone will work.

    Ah how the material tickles and my sensitivity
sizzles deeper. Oh why must I be an overachiever
in the category of perkiness? Grr I growl.

   Head to pillow. Soft murmurs escape and a silent
pray I make. Empty thoughts for a clear night of
solid sleep.

   Hi I say from my room. Sleep tight and hold high
a memory of coppery blues.