48 hour day
Right when my day begins
my destination is to sleep again.
And I try,
during the slow hours of my day,
to remember the adventures of my nights.
But the dreams
are as elusive as the rest they lay within,
Sometimes my desk reminds me of a bed
and I think about resting my head on it
to see if that's what it really is.
I don't think my dreams
would escape me here,
I have no window for them to fly out.
I spend my 48 hour day
thinking about my 4 hour night.
And then, at the end
of the day when I crawl, secure,
into my Egyptian cotton sheets.
I can think of nothing.
Current Residence: Prescott, Arizona Favourite genre of music: Anything that makes me feel good Favourite cartoon character: Rocko Personal Quote: I wish I didn't know the things I know so I can sleep a night.