I had maybe five hours sleep over course of four days when I wrote this, and I had just come off a 20 minute break at work, which involved a fitful nap fraught with sleep paralysis and vivid “dreams” that I mistook for actual goings on. An interesting mix peculiar to the narcoleptic.
shimmer
footsteps fall
across scattered dreams
i hear your voice
but see no face
a radio drones
in a nearby half-lit room
a body stirs beneath
light brown covers
something moves
outside in the dark
creaking almost silent
above the ceiling
i try to ask your name
my lips won’t move
and my voice grants no expression
to the wind
