Still awake

Days like this I want to see the night engulf me. Singing a warm lullaby, enhancing me to drift to sleep.

Alas my nose is too stuffed and the mind can't be left alone. The breath is ragged and sparse. Lips dried, cracked. Desperate I am for 3 solid hours of sleep.

Just one wink and down into midnight oil my dreams roar. Helping me relax to a new level of calm.

Still here I am, no where close to falling asleep. Acquired a friend though, a nice rattling cough. A tickle, a gasp and then a rapid movement inside stomach.

I sigh in a prayer to finally see a peace where whether I breathe through my mouth or nose the softness of sleep finds me.

Yet no note in line of hope. Not even a yawn to enhance the need. Just sitting in a chair to breathe better, staring at the darkened room. Only cast of light is from a shaded lamp across the room. Soft glow.

Still the boring tangent I put in my mind are not even finding closure. Just me lingering in insomnia once more. The benefits in some cases of a horrible cold gone super bad.

The question if work is really necessary.  Of course. 

So somewhere down into the seconds where the minutes tick off I hope for a dram of sleep. For I know I will be a wreck  later.

Just one hour, I am now hoping for. Two hours not possible. And to wake up, okay. Ready to start day.

One more ragged, metallic inhale and a prayer of sleep. Perhaps my eyes will feel heavy soon so I can do as the rest of my soul wants so badly, sleep.

A hope.