Newly made memory held so tight

   A weight gone. Treading lightly over the carpet.
Hoping that nothing alerts the sleeping ones. Ah how
I want to break out and blare music to the loudest
volume.

   And yet, still, here I am seated nodding back and
forth to sleep. La. Soul still so wound up but mind
and eyes beckon for that elixir of sleep.

   How do I tune the soul down? How do I look at
myself in mirror and convince myself to settle just
one more time? That all is for the greater good?
Hmm.

   Step upon step. Ever so gentle. Quietly I open the
door in hope to catch one more glimpse of the
star skylight. Oh how intoxicating the cool midnight
air is. Pulling me to step further into the bitterness.
Oh dare I? Tugging. Nudging myself to go to landing
of stairs. Yes hold tight to railing and close eyes.

  Allow all that is keeping alert fall into the air. Dust
off the energy and enjoy deep breathing. Now
inside I drift. One by one the layers are peeled. Now
paleness exposed to only navy cotton and silk. So
much like the sky. My soul is soothed. The spirit
overwhelmed by such joy.

  Absorb some, will you? Take my hand, pat it and
agree with me. Sleep will be helpful. Hmm. My
limbs become heavy and the eyelids fall. Covering
a matte gray stone. Holding ever so tight to the
warmth of my blue comforter I allow dreams to take
control as the sub conscious releases the memories.

  Ah yes. Floating. Hoping. Loving. Holding. All seems
as though a memory but it was only a few days ago.
Maybe another glance in tomorrow morning light.
The afternoon's blazing sunlight. Do you think I could
be graced by an appearance? One of silliness, of
love, of compassion, of simple kindness? Oh perhaps
too much to hope for and yet I still do.

   One dream at a time. One goal attained. One
moment to treasure, to cherish. A smile that holds
tightly upon a newly made memory.

   Do you want to be a part of one?