Small Stone #20:
"The leaden eyelids begging for a nap, tip me over on the couch. It is where I stay swaddled in sleep until the bone-like clang of wooden wind chimes stirs me. Slowly eyelids agree to open, only to be pierced by sunlight reflecting off interior appliances. The television, while turned off, screams at me in sharp beams of light. Closing my eyes again does not help, I know the awake world is waiting."
January 20, 2013