Long and weary is the road that leads to the end of the day. A cold, toilsome day has ended and the first gentle caress of sleep reaches for me. I fall silently into my bed, the warmth of the sheets and blankets envelopes my senses and I begin to drift, silently and blissfully.
The room is dark and silent, all is still and at peace. The cares of the day and its labors fade away as a thousand images, places, and times pass softly through my mind. I release the remaining strands of consciousness and surrender completely to rest.
I sleep in peace, knowing all is calm and safe. This span of time, the hours of the night are without care, sorrow, or pain. In sweet sleep, the world simply stops and passes away into quite repose. There can be no disturbance, no hurried waking. All remains at peace in the complete stillness of the night.
Short Stories
Comments are closed.
1 Likes
862 Views
Share:
A good poem, good effort to describe transition from a day of hard toiling into a calm still night in the bed into sleep free from the toil. I feel it needs some more elements to call it a story …….kranand