Sleep

Laying down to sleep,
Curled up in a comfy bed,
Thinking, pondering about the day's events and those to come.

Closing the eyes,
Gently drifting off,
Mind still active, always thinking, always pondering.

Darkness surrounds,
Nothingness devours,
Everything is blank and void of color.

Images flood the mind,
Filling every corner,
Until only the most realistic emotion stills the mind.

Is it a dream or,
Is it real?
People come and go,
Words are said,
Emotion blankets the mind.

Til one later wakens,
Eyes reopen,
Color fills the senses,
Smells of breakfast enter the nose,
It is morning.