Open my tired eyes, sigh.

Breathing in the sweetly scented pillows and

Gazing up through the skylight, I see clouds

Floating by. Their movement making me feel lazy.

The soft carpet is inviting, but my feet are fighting

My will, longing to stay concealed in the covers.

The day is getting away from me, yet

There is solace in the harmony between

A weary body and indefinite slumber. I surrender and

Close my tired eyes, goodnight.

By Jordanne Kennaugh