The moon glows vividly, guarding dreaming minds…

Lights turned off, this body burnt out…

Crawl into bed under these cozy covers, a warm breath inhaled then a chilled breath exhaled…

A silent hope that the Sand Man stops by tonight during his midnight route…

A secretive thought, picturing the image of being wrapped in your arms, a kiss goodnight…

Headphones in, eyes shut, roll the dice…

A nightmare or dream, one will surely subconsciously come to life…

Sweet dreams.

“Tell me which one is worse
Living or dying first
Sleeping inside a hearse
I don’t dream….” -Billie Eilish