Pressed darkened room

     Staring into a darkened room not quite ready
to fall asleep. The limbs of paleness are exhausted
and the mind is soaking in the calming effects of
cold covers.

     The eyes weigh down. Hopes of flickers of sleep
hit the lids. The cravings of a dream hold tight
across my mind. Memories made and more to
experience.

    Oh how gentle the last splash of water is. Soothing
the face into relaxation. Cutting the stinging sapphire
eyes.

     The soul begins the routine of meditation. Slowly
slipping into typical formation for bedtime. The
eyes descend into a dream. A flick of light bounces
off the wedgwood walls. So delicate is the thought
of genuine comedy and kindness.

    Shh. I say before my prayer. Soon the answers
will be there. Hoping for a moment of silliness.
Giddy for the opportunities of the morning.

    Still must go to sleep to experience the next
day. Lightly I press my eyes. Soon they just sit, waiting
for right moment.

   Oh now the motions are fading and the
acknowledgement is admitted. Shush for a few
seconds.

   Now sleep the soul has entered and quiet
slumbering breathes are seated in a hello. For now,
though sleep must be answered.

   Good night.