Something tugs at me and I push back, not wanting to leave this lovely warm place. I slow my breath and duck my head, moving deeper into safety, sheets and blankets forming a perfect cocoon around me. With a sigh I sink back into the sea of dreams, that place with no affiliation to the jagged terrain of day world. My mind rests peacefully below the waves of awake, my body floats quietly with contented ease. One limb stretched, another bent, hands limp not clenched. There is languor in mind and body; we’re all on the same page. This is the sweet surrender of sleep and here I want to stay.
A noise or motion, slant of sunlight through the blinds, rain against the window pierces my muted ocean world. Night mind stops, looks longingly backwards at the ephemeral scenes of dreams but day mind breaks the surface and like a shock of icy air takes over. Eyes blink, mental gears grind edgy, sharp, and I’m thrust onto the roundabout of anxiety. Pushing further under the covers is futile, they tangle and push back, slide off. It’s and the day has begun.
This piece is a response to a prompt from Red Writing Hood: This week I want you to take me to your version of -AM or PM, fiction or creative nonfiction- in 200 words or less.