patchwork child

sleep

eyes fluttering closed
waiting for rest
as it comes, so too does peace
floating in some abyss
some corner of my mind
nothing matters
my worries dissipate
slumber, how lovely,
how sweet, how refreshing
softness of pillows and plushies
i can breathe
it's an echo in this emptiness
running comes easy,
when you're no longer conscious
hours pass
maybe two
maybe twelve
maybe more
don't you understand?
i'd really rather sleep