It’s a dull tickling, a silent jolt.Eyes closed the movie reel starts: memories made and those to come. Flicker-fest fast, surround sound now. He slumbers still, breath hot and wet. Hand reaches out in ink-deep dark. Nothing. Space. Alone for now, in waking dreams. Stuck between. Imagination obscene. Crazy-thoughts or everyday Joe? Sleep evades, restlessness pervades.
It’s a dull tickling, a silent jolt.
3 responses so far ↓
drodbar // April 25, 2008 at 5:37 pm |
I like lying in bed half-awake, I could happily spend most of my life in that state. It’s only when I feel that I ought to be getting some sleep, or when I’m obsessed by a terrible worry, that I don’t enjoy it.
Ariel // May 2, 2008 at 5:24 pm |
I like it too, but the problem is that the state you describe also happens to me when I am dozing off on the train or on a plane, generally as a diect consequence of rampant insomnia and too much stress. Either that or these are occasional forays into a parrallel dimension…
isabelle // January 20, 2009 at 11:19 pm |
hello ….it’s been ages now, but I just wondered how you are ? x x x