I am in the doorway watching myself sleep in my messy bed
The windows are open and a pleasant early summer breeze filters in through the screens
There is a faint light in the darkness coming from the half moon
In this light that has travelled so very far to show me, I notice that the muscles in my face are finally relaxed
It’s a wonderful feeling to gaze upon myself sleeping soundly, not worrying
Look! My chest is moving just like the oceans furthest from land
Isn’t it something to watch a person you love, sleep?
Aside from the occasional
twilight zone-esque dream, worrying does not come
It is preoccupied with planning for the moment I open my tired eyes