prompt 21 hour 21

what are you longing for most right now?

 

y’all know what I want…

 

the coolness of my pillowcase brushing on my cheek,

the last memory before sleep overtakes me into the daylight

where I dream of words

and poems I wish I had written

when the pen was in my hand with a life of its own

instead of this sleepy thing,

dormant except for the longing for cool pillowcases

and wordless dreams.

 

maybe a cup of Earl Grey tea

weak enough to warm without threat of keeping me

too much awake

when the time comes to fold up the laptop

and sleep.

 

© r. l. elke