Sleepwaking

Some days, late at night, and sometimes even in late afternoon (usually around 16:00 hours) I feel my mind wandering, my consciousness seems to wane and flicker. During those times, my eyelids gain 50 pounds instantly and I am forced to stop, forced to calm down, and forced to breathe, to relax. Visions of sleep beckon me on. My body complies, but my mind fights compliance. Without thinking I think. Trying to force my self to think, I think. Trying to think of nothing, I think of something and that something leads to another something and causes a series of events that, if left unchecked, might disturb the space-time continuum...although it might just make me lose out on more sleep, yet again. Water is more precious than gold to the thirsty traveler, fighting off dry mouth as he or she comes in from a day under the scorching the desert. I envy those who fall asleep quickly. I envy those who stay asleep all night. I envy those who feel refreshed after waking. Yet with more effort to shut off my brain, more effort is spent pushing me back into consciousness. So as I spend my nights thinking of nonsensical, whimsical, and sometimes episcopal topics, I wonder how long until sleep feels charitable enough to take me into its folds and warmth to drift in to that boundary that separates the living from the dreaming. I can almost see it, here it comes...Aaaah!.......zzz........