mornings

While sitting at breakfast, I am overwhelmed by the thoughts of the day. They sweep through my mind like the armies of the Huns, leaving no peace unharmed. I am small. I wish I were a bird, floating peacefully on the ocean. I wish I were a fox, trotting stealthily through deep woods. I long to be a cloud, serene though short lived. I sigh, and I drink my milk. 

sleep timer

The TV shuts off and
The darkness collapses into me

Or I collapse into it
I don't know
I float in the darkness

Down

   Down

       Down

            Down

The soft waves hold me
Until the pressure crushes my chest
Into sleep
I awake again

With a gasp