nine hours of wakefulness

and I am ready for a nap

my breathing slows

eyelids grow heavy

towards sleep

I start to slip


wanting it



a face flashes in my mind

I jerk awake

all desire for sleep vanishes

her smile remains

like the afterimage of lightning

across the night sky

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