Part of the battle is just finding a suitable topic.
After having had your day.
When routine beseeches pajamas, covers, sleep
And there is still more to go.
Will it be something I experienced today, or some musing I conjure on my decline into a world filled with dreams?
The hardest part is convincing myself not to nap.
Not to give in.
Worse when it’s really late.
I’ve typed with my eyes closed as a happy medium.
It happened again tonight
After a too relaxing bath and soft sheets.
Pounding out the thoughts
Ticking out the letters
A light tap-dance across a keyboard
Beckoning for coherent form
Stealing time from slumber
To gain another slice.