Sleep (day 393)

Sleep crawls into my skin like a rusty nail
Scratching away at the inside of my eyes
Whispering softly into my ears a dull buzz
Wrapping it’s arms around my chest and slowing me down
Drafting up scripts to throw into my head
Calling my name from the freshly made bed

Sleep, in all of its wiles
Has taken control
Has grabbed onto my sails
Pulled them down
Folded them nicely
Put them away
And beckoned to me
As if only by
The lone spotlight
In the night
I am led forward
Into the dream
That I call sleep

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