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
© r. l. elke