THE REST

I close my eyes and pull the soft pastel envelope of darkness over my
exhausted body.Quiet rushes over me to place its calming cloud of comfort
upon my eager ears. In a moment the down filled pillow cradling my head will
support no weight at all.

As I begin to drift into the silvery silhouette of serenity my limbs float freely in the fog.
The shapes wax and wane out of focus, testing my senses, as they become alive
with motion. The tiny lights of my mind dance in wildly untethered magical splendor.
My eyes chase them rapidly behind closed lids. I am filled with excitement as the
shower of visual delights unleash the thoughts inside me.

They orchestrate a sonata of surreal yet soothing scenes. They swirl around me
in a wizardry of electricity. They entice my body to unwind its knotted tension
and submit to the enchanting rhythm filling this timeless sea. The visions
now beckoning safe harbor for my mind to unravel the day's reflections.
They merge in the twisted softness of twilight.
To sleep...To dream...To rest.
PhylanthropicFlattery "Wingless"
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