Sleepless
One night exhausts another,
layering sheets and blankets,
wrinkles and folds. Oh, the
body wants to still the mind,
and shedding this weight,
float freely through the night.
Your memory of sleep’s touch
withers as you lie there,
absorbing the fan’s pattern.
How wonderful, then, to finally
drift across the room and settle
in that relaxed corner, among the
cobwebs and shadows and those
frustrated hours now set aside.
“Sleepless: first appeared here in October 2017.
O at the Edges 
Wonderfully evocative
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Thank you, Derrick. I’ve experienced this all too often.
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That is a shame
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Reblogged this on On My Feet.
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Thanks for reblogging! Much appreciated.
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“… first appeared here in October 2017”
that’s … a long time to be sleepless
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I lived with insomnia for decades. I don’t know how I survived it.
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Haha .. you’ve captured my sleep patterns precisely Robert,
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Mine, too. But now that I’m not having to get up for work everyday, it doesn’t matter much. I eventually fall back asleep, and wake whenever I wake. Life is good!
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And now it’s the same for me too Robert 😊
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