Dream Threads

A cold room puts me into the deepest sleep. I lay in bed, trying to block out the sounds of the sleepy traffic as a lay upon my cold sheets in total silence. The room is bare with darkness, as no light shines through the heavy drapes. I lay my head this way and that in hopes to find a balance in which I feel no strain on my neck. I rotate to feel as if I am sunken deep into the fabrics of my mattress. My body begs for sleep and rejuvenation but my mind fights back, running wild with thoughts. After hours and hours I begin to feel weary and my eyelids begin to droop deeper and deeper. I finally drift away into a soft sleep. This feelings is so temporary as I find myself awake once again only hours later. I look back up at the clock: five more hours, I tell myself.