Asleep. (Still)

I wish I had something to offer tonight.
I slept on it, for six hours, from three to
nine.  Groggily I meandered down the
hallway out into the living room.  It was
pitch black.  The Christmas tree was the
exception.  Ambiance, everywhere, refracting
light through the various ornaments.  Something
was off.  Where was everyone?

stumbling to the bathroom, I eventually found my
way. I let the soap lather then rinsed it off. then the
mirror called out to me and somehow an hour evaporated
then and there.  I rewashed my hands as I had forgotten.

Peeking into the kitchen I found the cat sleeping on a chair.  Touching her fur, she perked up her head and cutely spoke, "let me sleep," and so I did.

Glass of water as throat goes dry.  Last apple remaining, sure, why not?  ooh, someone bought tangerines….well, okay, my arm is twisted. I love the easy peel.  I play games with my food, sometimes anyhow.  Here, I like to get the peel off in one full swoop.  It's actually not as rare as one might think.

Then I turned the corner, heading back to the bedroom. Socks sliding on this new hardwood floor.  Bed's like a magnet calling me, "come back to me, come back to me."

Dogs run in, realizing I'm awake, bark a bit, just because, these days they don't need much motivation, they just do. Then they jump up in. Thusly restricting the space I have to myself.

I wish I had something more to offer.
But I just woke up, again.  Dogs are the
best alarm.  Parents went to POPS and
it must have been a good time, as it's now
another day.

Ok.  Maybe that was a little while ago, as I heard the call once more and thought, why not, I'll sleep a little
more. I've always heard tiredness begets tiredness, and I suspect that theirs some truth to that.  But why so tired I thought, mulling it over simultaneously as head hit pillow and eyes closed once more?  Had I somehow met a lonely tse tse fly and invited it to share some tea?

Anyhow.  The details are small.  The hours are invisible.
Yes, they are there.  That cannot be taken away.  But when
your sleeping, all that is stolen, at least for the time being.

Well, it's late.  I'm in the "I can't write anything more than a Haiku mode again," but still wanted to get something down for Poetics.  As mentioned, I slept a lot today, er, yesterday. Stop on over to D'Verse where they're talking about the small things.

Razors in the Pillowcase

Exhaustion praises diligence

Of, he who rests his head,

Passing love-notes to those who clasp at comforters

Fawning over she, who lowers lids,

Time will pass during moments encased in the sand-man’s keep,

Rain could fall, ground may shake,

Luxury surrounds the captive

While mythic figures multiply,

Bowing in subservience, shedding homage for the breath they take,

Requesting permission for enemies to hunt and slay,

The cock then crows and lights pierce through,

Blinds and curtains,

Drapes and darkened tint,

Masks to wear or veils to cloak,

None shall survive when facing the break of day,

Inevitability is alive and inevitability always gets its’ way,

The mind shall leave pleasures wrapped,

To return, perchance another glance,

For now and every time hereafter,

Like razorblades within a pillowcase

As fate dictates, the flesh shall awake.