Oh dear sleep.

Sweet, blissful sleep.

How I long for your velvety embrace.

How I crave the feeling of that haze falling over me.

How I yearn for my eyelids to grow heavy, as you gently pull me away from it all.

And yet.

The dark.

The very thing meant to lull me into your arms.

Is the very thing keeping me away.

Rather than dreaming of sheep.

Rather than dreaming of pleasant fields.

Rather than dreaming of a gentle breeze.

I dream of death.

I dream of a dark, ruined expanse.

I dream of a scalding wind that threatens to blow me off my feet.

And then I awake.

My heart, racing.

My eyes, wet.

My head, pounding.

I pick up my phone.

And I feel a slight relief as I see the faintest.

Yet warmest light gleaming through.

Telling me what I needed to hear.

Granting me the strength I need to face you again.

Oh dear sleep.

Sweet, sinister, merciless sleep.

Take me away unto your velvety embrace.

And your darkest nights scare me not.

For I have a brighter light on my side.