Slumber ...

Last night was rough.

I fell asleep early and didn't move.

My sister says she yelled in to me,

over and over and over again.

Still, I did not wake.

My computer lay beside me,

stuck in the world where I left it

when my eyes closed.

My cell phone proudly shouts the time

as I click it

once, twice, three times

to be sure of what it says.

I was unconscious for more than an hour.

Three hours before I typically fall asleep.

If elephants

or hyenas

would have held a race around the room,

I doubt I would have noticed.

Each moment,

so precious,

a drop of diamond dew

in the hour glass of my dreamland.

I awake with fuzzy eyes

and heat beneath my stomach.

The electric blanket on high to warm me.

The TV still moans on the channel I left it

as my eyes drifted shut.

No memory exists

of what I watched

for the few moments my eyes were open.

Stumbling down the stairs,

I hug my mom

and bid my family goodnight.

I sulk down the wooden flight

until I reach the cold cement bottom.

A few short steps and I am within my cozy cave.

I lay my computer in its place,

set my phone on the shelf, its alarm set early,

turn off the light

and snuggle under my quilt,

pillow squished under my head.

My dreams begin to play upon my eyelids.

I fall asleep

 and

do not move.