Sometimes I sleep when I nap; sometimes I don't.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
When I closed my eyes...
When I closed my eyes and lay back on the small, soft down pillow, I fell though it, and the sheen of white sheets, the mattress, hard foam and wood, plunging into hardwood floor, down into the dank earth, until I was falling in deep space far past the planets or our solar system or even our galaxy.
Sometimes I sleep when I nap; sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I sleep when I nap; sometimes I don't.
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