The Nap

P a s s i n g . . .

Listless silence

Thoughts so far removed that

Dreams can never reach them

Just residue, a fragrance 

Clinging to darkness 

A distant spark!

Panic ignited streaks flash madly through slumber

Chaos seeking order, more flashes! Movements! 

Time emerges from the shadow of boundless nowhere

Senses stir, grasp for comfort, groping for patterns, 

Feelings seek meaning

Cognitions prickles open like pins and needles 

Echoes fall down distant chambers 

Confusion bursts on the din of all thing

Scrambling to their places 

Nebulous conscious condensing 

SNAP!!!

Warm crisp sparkles

being... BEing... BEING

Floods synapses from every side

I am asleep, or was...

Eyelids flutter, search for clock. 

It's 7:31 

Why so dark outside?