Sleep with its silky smooth wisps, gently lulls me ever closer to explore the bottomless chasm of its inky blackness.
The night within night within infinite time.
A dwelling place for myriad dreams and fantasies to play out in never-ending permutations, with details as minute as the imagination can tolerate.
A heartbeat. A breathe. A sigh.
In vain through chemical induced imbalance we attempt it to delay, but its call an uncontrollable addiction cannot and must not be shaken.
We falter. We follow. We fade.
Sleep beckons.