Five Days

Sleep stares back at me, refusing to take my hand. Every word that leaves their lips are meant to entice me and damp, dark clouds smothers my mind as the lullaby rings on.

However, the night persists, and weary fills every crevice of my sky. Familiarity is for the first time the enemy. Every old rhythm sends chills and ticks down my back and a thick layer of dullness' dust covers every furniture of my home. The echo of my steps are particularly loud and I stare bewildered at the sight. 

Something rips through me, as if someone fired a gun. Countless rules and methods rain through my senses as the stress crashes through me. 

"It's just another bombing of the calm, we've done this before."

Blood filled with every worry of the bone and a mind high on the sudden rush I fold my mind into myself, waiting for the collapse. 

Then an arm wraps itself around my waist and the storm changes to a dance. A gasp escapes my lips as the sky opens up before my eyes. Blossoming vines of rest swirls slowly around my limbs, lulling me. As I breathe in the thought of you Sleep squints at me from the dark corner, wondering for a moment why their words had been so futile. They move finally, taking my hand and settling somewhere in my chest.