My eyes are tired and sandy, grating lids weighed down by memories and nightmares. I try to close my aching eyes, but they won’t stay closed for very long, rolling up like shades upon a tightly wound rod that barely fits inside the window frame. How do I handle thoughts of you so far from me, my child, for I cannot sleep. I lay upon my downy bed, finding no comfort, for each turn finds the crease into which I could slip and drown; trying hard to fall asleep to no avail. We’re lost, you and I, with a cavern between us and no bridge to span the gap. I toss and I turn, my heart and mind wide awake, with no end to the darkness. Heavy eyes await the first light of day, to shine bright and blind me with the truth. The barest dawn passed me an hour ago, as did hope for a good night of sleep. My breathing eases, daylight has come to rescue me from one more endless night. One more day I rise less rested than when I lay down. Tomorrow dawns anew.
