#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away in your dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams,
Trying to differentiate between shadows and properties.

That part of the night when man-made noises has been subdued by the soothing sounds of the night dwellers.

Counting sheeps with the hope that it'll...