These nights have not been long, they’re timeless,
Stretching out over past, present, future.

I draw the quilt over my head to shut out
Darkness, demons and all forms of life.

Falling into
Nights of induced half-sleep with
Covers over head and heat
Forming a womb-like enclosure in which
To dream vividly of matters too great (and obscure)
To speak of in detail.

Waking takes hours in “real time” and
A lifetime to my mind, yet it still occurs
As sunlight flows in
Subdued to a warm red glow by the curtains.

I press and inspect my arms,
Startled to find something as tangible as flesh
After spending so long
In a world I’m part of but cannot touch.
The reverse of the daytime realm which
I can touch but
Play no part in.