Sleep

I feel the pull of it’s power.

I feel the urgency.

Weary invisible arms encase me.

Pulling me further into it’s embrace.

I refuse to resist, I need this.

I welcome the serenity.

My mind is dimming, slowing down.

The darkness is getting ever closer.

My eyelids draw to a close.

I breathe slowly and rhythmically.

Under its spell I go.

Under I fall.