FORTY WINKS round two

THE
SLEEP, IT
FELL UPON
US LIKE A SHADE
PULLED TO A WINDOW.
IT LULLED US IN, AND SO
SWIFTLY DID WE ACCEPT. FOR
THE DAY WAS FULL OF GRANDIOSE
PROCEEDINGS. NO ONE COULD HAVE GUESSED HOW
LONG THAT SLUMBER WOULD LAST. IT SOON ENDED.
 
ILLUMINATION HIGHLIGHTED EACH OF
THE PEAKS AND VALLEYS ON HER BLANKET.
AN EMPTY NOOK LAY STILL BETWEEN
THE CUSHION AND HER SPINE. I
SAT AND WATCHED WHILE THE
SLUMBER SHOWED THROUGH
HER EYES. THE TIME
BECAME DEEP
MUCH TOO
QUICK.

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