The pillow glows behind my head
- or are my eyes just slow to wear off?

Backpain flew skyward
when I forgot

Unassisted, I remember myself,
right here

I'm ready for the night,
but darkness hesitates 'round my bed

Anna's tomato & paprika plants
share the eastern bedroom with me

I'm mot lonely

The house sits attentive
like a cat at a mouse hole;
I feel it not moving;
the windows aren't even blinking;
the doors dead silent, standing guard

- but I hear the forest breathe softly
all around,
the Moon leaning in over the horizon,
careful not to make things worse

VARIATION: Slow To Fade

The pillow glows behind my head -
or is it just my eyes
that won't let go?

Back pain dissolved into the evening sky
when I stopped remembering

Unaided, I recall myself,
right here

I'm ready for the night,
but darkness circles my bed

Anna's tomato & paprika plants
share the eastern bedroom with me

I am not alone

The house crouches watchfully,
like a cat at a mouse hole;
I sense its stillness -
the windows don't even blink,
the doors stand mute om guard

- yet I hear the forest breathe, softly,
all around,
as the moon gently leans
across the horizon,
careful not to make things worse