Warm and cosy in the Sandman’s arms I drift into sleep. Until the virus sneaks into my mind; an invading germ that fires up my tired brain cells.
Go to sleep I tell myself, punching the pillows as though it’s their fault that I’m awake all through the night hours.
A pink glow peeks through the curtain racks. Sunrise and finally I slumber; invasion conquered as the germ ceases to outline, form and detail.
Plot outlined, characters formed, scenes detailed. The story is sealed in my mind, ready to unlock and be written down when I wake.
Go to sleep I tell myself, punching the pillows as though it’s their fault that I’m awake all through the night hours.
A pink glow peeks through the curtain racks. Sunrise and finally I slumber; invasion conquered as the germ ceases to outline, form and detail.
Plot outlined, characters formed, scenes detailed. The story is sealed in my mind, ready to unlock and be written down when I wake.
