my focus changes. direction unclear
as i flit left and right in search of a path.
forward sideways up or down.
anywhere but behind me.
unless it's dark
when i find i'm afraid to flush the loo and walk back to the wall along corridors with eyes wide open.
new directions fly at me from every angle
making me smile.
each one shows promise.
each has merit.
yet put them all together and my limbs grow heavy.
muscles atrophy, eyelids sink, my body becomes a mush
and le sigh descends.
teensy weensy irritations stretch into yawns and slumber is my only desire.
and i go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that you're here with me.
i'm only a part time narcoleptic.
when dealing with doctors appointments, christmas shopping, airports and flight schedules, decisions.
so much to do, so all i want to do is doze.
say no. and lose hours and days, as i move in slo-motion and time wizzes by at the speed of a morning when you need to leave the house by eight sharp.
after the tension mounts, have to, need to, must, flicker and become holographic didn't i's should i have's and must i?
never mind. later.
i slip away, it's no use to fight.
my legs won't support me and my neck droops.
it's pleasant here in sleepwalkland. i'm surrounded by cool greens, soft moss underfoot and natural opiates support my skin.
let me dream and drift this way a while. let the waves of 'not now' wash over me and relax my soul.
before the moment passes and time slows again as the blood courses along my veins forcing me to wake.
and i snap out of it.
and say 'yes' again.
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