The Whisper of Touch
It is difficult some nights to get to sleep. When I do, it feels like only minutes have passed before the alarm sets off with its chirping morning birds, letting me know it is time to get up and get the day started. Sighing, I close my eyes and breathe in and out slowly, making my body release the day’s tensions to float away into the moonlit night. Slowly, I feel myself get heavier, the world tuning out and my mind quiet from all the little random thoughts that pop in and out like an errant child. As I feel myself sink further into the oblivion of sleep, what was once darkness starts to form into shapes, sounds, even taste and touch.