The grace of sleep is taking over me.
It's closing my eyes and slowing my brain.
I calmly rest my head on the soft pillow on my bed.
I pull the covers up to my chin, and wish that they were not so thin.
The cold air on my tired face helps soothe me to sleep.
I try to fight it off, but the sandman is beating me.
My eyes are closing; leaving the world behind, my mind is shutting down, for I am going unconscious.
As I slowly breathe in the warm sweet fragrance of vanilla on my pillow, I think of love, fun, and friends that I hope to dream about.
The feel of warmth over rules me and I give into the calm waves of exhaustion that have tried to take me for long.......
