As I lay in bed after a long and
exhausting day, my mind drifted
into a state of hypnagogia.
I was caught in that hazy space between wakefulness and sleep, with my thoughts weaving in and out of reality.
The weariness in my body was palpable,
and I felt the weight of tiredness settling into my bones.
I yearned for the comforting embrace
of deep sleep, for a respite from the
demands and pressures of the waking world.
But I found myself unable to fully relinquish my grip on consciousness, like a broken bridge that prevented me from crossing into the realm of dreams.
In the dimly lit room, a dying candle cast flickering shadows on the walls, adding to the surreal atmosphere.
My mind and body longed for the tranquility of sleep, yet I lay there, wrestling with the restlessness that plagued my mind.
The hours passed by, and I remained suspended in that agonizing limbo between wakefulness and slumber, hoping that soon I would find the peace and solace I craved.
© handcuffedpoet