Wow! It’s sleeping time again.
As, the clock strikes 11 o’clock; my eyes shuts down with the burden of the day.
Sometimes it is a conscious effort, the other times it is so effortless.
Sometimes I’m a log. Not worried about the past or the future to come.
This is my zone, this is my time.
Not to be disturbed, I sleep so easy.
Sometimes dreaming and sometimes sleeping.
Restless are those nights when tension piles up in my mind.
What do I do as I try to sleep?
I roam around the house like a ghost haunting the house.
I read a page or two until the words make my eyes drown and a soft lullaby plays along.
I say, “Sleep please come way.”
“Please visit my home today. Don’t go any other way.”
The fairy listens to my song and I fall like an apple on the ground.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/23/daily-prompt-mr-sandman/
Love the ending – ‘fall like an apple on the ground’ – lovely imagery dropping off to sleep!
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Ah! even I thought the same after finishing the line 😉
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😀
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Nicely written.
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Thanks Kenton, for reading and commenting. 🙂
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