I remember when my bed felt like a raft that floated towards sleep. Lingering in the twilight, it shielded me in soft comfort. If only I could find those shores again.

Like grabbing breath, my purpose eludes me.  Can’t I be everything that ever existed all at once? This is what keeps me up at night.

Freedom is coming back into these walls. It left when it thought I had given up. But little did it know I hadn’t even gotten started. If only I didn’t need to sleep.

I have crossed the line, hazy shadows fill the landscape of my brain. Only sleep will bring back the creative energy propelling me forward through the river of possibility. Only rest will give me the energy I need to stop from looking back.

The bed was a place where once I waited. Expecting something and then feeling disappointment that it wasn’t what I wanted. Now my bed waits for me, and expectations again fill my dreams.