Ode to Sleep

Maybe I’m just lazy

maybe I’m just tired

But maybe I just want to drift away

from the noises in my head

and the banging in my chest

When my head hits the pillow

and my eyes close shut

I count the sheeps that jump over the fence

I hold the sheets up to my neck

in fear of the monster under my bed

I keep counting the sheeps

that jump over the fence

one by one

and suddenly I’m gone

like a butterfly being chased

I wake up in a dream

of bright stars and sunsets

In front of me are pink clouds

or cotton candy

if you will

A little house rests on a hill

silently watching still

The splintered wood of the house

feels rough against my fingertips

I breathe in the scent

of fresh linen and cookies

The wind gush against my ear

and I hear the quiet screams

How I love the feeling of sleep

The knots in my body

unties and forms a ribbon

The constant worry and stress

that possess my brain

Seemed to grow delicate wings

But sleep goes as fast as it comes

So when I wake up

I yearn for the night

I wait for the moment I fall asleep