Blogging From Bed (Sleep Musings)

Here's a bit of a poem for you, because I'm in that kind of mood:

Sleep (this one's original, folks)
It's just hush,
and the world has relented for a minute
while I lay down and look about,
craning my head above bits
of tall grass
and books
that smell of dust and leather.
It is like when you stay in one place for so long
that you cannot feel yourself anymore.
I can't feel myself
but I know I'm
Drifting.