A magnificent blissful place

In that position between slumbering and awake is a magnificent blissful place.

Not awake and not asleep but hanging in a mental hammock, rocking back and forth.

A new day dawns and I hear voices and sounds in the remoteness.

The day is calling and the nighttime shadows flee. Quiet bliss is fading swiftly.

Duty beckons. Fingers placed in the socket of my eye. “Are you awake?”

 Eyes open. Eyes close. Just 5 more minutes I plead without vocalization.

“I’m just hungry my tummy says.” The dog pounces on to the heap of me.

Bark! Bark! Bark! Tranquility vanquished.

Sleep; you have run away! I will meet you once more at the end of my day.

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