It’s 3 am.
My blanket beckons to me.
My pillow whispers my name.
My bed’s patience is running thin.
We’re all restless and impatient
because of the last 3 hours I’ve spent,
in breathless anticipation for the moment
I feel spent.
The moment I can justifiably climb into my abode,
where all is still. The castle at the bottom of a hill.
The moment I can comfortably reside in my
ephemeral estate, located in my dream land.
Guiltless rest, residing in
the arena of unconscious imminence.
The feeling that the only thing
I currently feel is my mind,
slipping down that hill.
*I’ve still been burning the midnight oil as of late. But later today, I embark upon an adventure…my last final exam of freshman year. Very soon I will have no excuse for maintaining terrible sleeping habits and not working out. I won’t be in class.
Summer has nearly arrived. Will Smith and DJ Jazzy Jeff are visibly excited.