Awoken in the Night

Down, down, down falls the eyelids in the most tired and demanding of ways. Here I lay down with all the strangeness and emptied emotions I have. As my head is firmly laid to the pillow I reach for my blankets pulling close until I am no longer shaking from cold. My mind is already returning files to the correct slots. And the sighs are echoing beside me. I find comfort in the breathing relaxation. 

Finally the night has battled and won. Sending one more person to sleep. 
In that moment my soul releases defeat and I succumb to the weights removed. Falling deeper in to the abyss of quiet. The memories remain silent until I hit the deepest of time and space. Then I finally begin to enter another stage of vivid colors. 
First every flicker is a lighter shade of gray - than the beginning. A scene unfolds before me. I race to figure out why I should entertain such vivid thoughts when I felt depleted from all that the day had brought. 

And still...

My mind demanded that no one could truly capture the depth I was in. And as I find myself seated upright after just two hours, I am unclear. Why did the memory shake me free?

And even still my mind is alert, finding a mental note of things to check if I did awaken. So why, now, after doing everything on this list but nothing is the cause, do I feel exhausted again? How is that even possible?

The levels of exhaustion is settling in and the migraine I had left in dust just a day ans half ago is back in full swing. Once again I pray for rain.
Why though? As the time becomes more and more lighter and dawn begins. I am curious will I find some rest in order to maintain some form of alertness? Or will I have to carry the day through until the wee hours of the next night?

Oh the amount of silliness surrounds these ridiculous times. When sitting in lingo on a fan induced temperament I wonder why I have to just drift back to sleep. I am now, almost to the point of saying I should just remain alert until the light peeks inside my blinds. 

But parts of me says, please go back to sleep. Do not be fooled by the commands of the mind. Be aware but have the warmth coat me. Allow the hazy searched air to cocoon my soul enough to nod off once more. Is it possible that I could?

Two baby hours of slumber is a luxury I once would have cherished but now my life is safe. The days are filled with joy and contentment. So now more than four and less that six and quarter is perfection. Any longer is considered sickness and emotionally draining off. So now I think after this poem is completed one more sigh can escape and I can put out the brain. 

So spaces between start and finish are so wide I find myself ready for the dreams once more. Unaware that as I finish the lines on electronic paper, the slight pauses as I nod and drift. Only then do I acknowledge that possibly this is a dream within a dream. 

Not sleepwalking but not quite alert either. So this tango between dreams and reality sits here. I am cross legged and soaking up the coolness. Hoping that my soul is enough wage war on my mind. Allowing sleep to create comfort and mildness. Finally saying goodnight to those that are so important to me. 

Once more I softly whisper my prayers. Speaking my mind to all that is obviously still weighing upon me. Hoping that my family of friends do succeed in all they set out to do once their day begins. 

My paused exhale finds happiness. In these moments a smile creases my watermelon shade lips. I find a moment to squeeze the bridge of my button nose and make a slow dancing massage across my high cheekbones, up to my tendrils temples and back down to my jawbone. 

Indeed I am fully relaxed. I say goodnight once more and lightly giggle before I turn to my left side to find breathing in patterns now. A softness radiates from me and my smile fades. 

I say, thank you for invading my sleep to bring me to alertness from dream to reality. And you, the one I was with in my dreams, speak soon. 
I am waiting. 

Lights fade. Drawn into another kaleidoscope. The vivid flashes hold me captive. And the time slips into darkness.

Until I awaken again, enjoy your day and remember friendships are always here and beyond. So talk to me. I want us to be freely conversing until well until the next decades. So find your courage and find contentment in being the person who is with me.

I will wait.