The Desire to Embrace Her

Ahh sleep, you cruel temptress, teasing us with your promises of vim, vitality and vigor. We see you floating there on your wispy cloud in a white flowing robe, sipping chamomile tea and softly quoting Dr. Suess. Sam I Am indeed, my fair lady. But why can't we join you a while longer on your ethereal perch? What evil invisible barriers conspire to keep us apart? Our oft stated love and deep desire to be together unrequited time and again. You fair Juliet to my young Sir Montague.

Thoughts, for one, creep between us from deep within the bowels of our subconscious. Some even taking the stage in ghoulish attire as part of some discombobulated feature film of the mind. How will we pay for this or accomplish that? What will the near or long term hold for us or those within our charge? A slim few circumstances we realize we have little to no control over, but encumbrances before us all the same.

Here now a noise, either abrupt or constant, bores a hole in our not so impenetrable cone of silence. What begins as no more than a pin prick quickly morphs into a widening chasm with no sign of cessation. An earworm burrowing ever deeper into the recesses of our auditory canals.

And then the light, so bright and alive, finding its way up, under, over and through all manner of resistance. No blinds thick enough. No lids forced together firmly enough to halt its invasive onslaught.

Thought, light and sound collaborate against us; attacking....on multiple fronts.

Defeated in our quest to embrace thee, we rise, stroke our tired, furrowed brow and prepare to address whatever the conscious world decides to this our way.

But I promise we’ll try again tomorrow my dear. Losing our grip today only serves to strengthen our desire to embrace once more.