that place you’re head is in just before you fall into sleep,
i need that place.
where your thoughts turn dreamlike, struggling against the tide sleep
it’s that place where you go over your day, ponder the next,
fantasize. just her breathing.
safely calling you into the arms of sleep.
What peace! It’s a funny place when you recognise that the world is messy, and perhaps supposed to be that way, but find rest in the midst of it all– especially in the arms of someone trusted and loved.