Sleep. by Madalynn Mumme
How wonderful a state of consciousness is. An aspect of every living being – the proof of our humanity. Throughout history, it has been a pillar upon which we can strive. Work can only be properly done with proceeding slumber. There could be no change with the absence of somnolence. Wealth and power lead to no advantages – as we all experience the sensations. It is but a sentience that going in and out of hallucination-like worlds is cognate. Life is showered with experiences we hold when our eyelids are laid on top of one another softly.
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Falling in provides a pure sense of relief, one that can heal the deepest of wounds. Makes troublesome thoughts and unpleasant feelings fade into a deep abyss while clearing the mind and bringing contentment – Long fraught and demanding days are soon of the past and are a mere moment in time. It brings safety from within that is ineffable in the physical world, one that can not provide such dulcet sentiment.
Cradles you as if you were an infant in cloth swaddles being cuddled by your mother – A back and forth rhythmic dance that is nostalgic. Tranquility is brought into the moment by the covers draping your laze form. The descent is of sweet sounds of nothing with a low hum whispered in your ear – Hushing reassuring almost as low pitched rumble. At the same time, a grand orchestra is premiering for your welcome. What a beautiful ballad, reminiscent of the lullaby that filled youthful thoughts. Oh so comforting as you drift further and further from the stirring reality – As sounds fade away they turn the darkness from your secured eyelids into an opulent view.
Filled with glittery imagery that is swirling like dark clouds in the night sky. How countless stars fill the mind when resting. Golden stars and silver – purples, whites, reds, and blues – in combinations that defy description. No squalls or tempests are heard of in attendance. Mellow summery air is felt sitting still, leaving a glimmery fog on the earth. Dramatic weeping willows are dancing to the night sounds – Leaves flow weightlessly framing our discerns. Fuschia foxglove, wine-stained blossoms, and brilliant yellow Crepis yearn to be described and known. Their beauty is matched with the velvety sensations they send through our fingertips. Through the unmatched artistry of it all, a twinkle catches the eye – The glisten’s gleam leads to more of a soporific state. Like velcro, each step connects and releases from the ground as the sparkle’s resting place draws near. A sprawled path shows the empyreal amber glowing. Like rounded apical stepping stones across a dark indigo river of hues of yellow and green, places for feet to gently hover. Surroundings imbue sweet temperateness from the flux of the billowing cosmos in which you were brought. Momentarily, the ambiance in which you reside is forgotten.
Painfully, the physical world has not forgotten you – Its bustling chaotic life is calling and you must answer. Bringing hostile bitterness, you are roughly awoken. Groaning fills the cold air that is only heightened with harsh yellow lighting, getting up is a must. Waking leaves life-long questions about what you just endured. It seemed existent – everything was at your fingertips.
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Yet our hands grasp for any meaning it may have. For the dreams that dance each of our streams of thought composes complex gleaming auras. The passing of time hazes the mind of the medley of experience the dusk blessed. It is natural to search for answers to the sensations gained for the meaning of our time that may have been acknowledged. Maybe sleep brings answers to life itself, being the one place piece of mind is achievable. A relief to our very existence – Oh what an attractive endowment it is, gracing us with an escape.
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For I cannot wait till the next time I simply get to–
Sleep.