And He Sleeps

After immersing myself
in these characters I’ve
grown to know and love,
my eyes tell me
the night has come
to a close

I resist though, for the
world I’m reading about
has become a part of me
but I can no longer
fight the tiredness

Surrendering to my
bed’s comfort, the
pillow caresses my
head and with an

exhausted body,
I breathe in deeply,
ready for sleep

but instead,
my mind suddenly
wakes with many
swirling thoughts,
not mindful of the time
or the resting sun

The house is quiet
except for the soft,
methodical breathing
of my sleeping husband
and I sigh…

Lauren Scott © 2015