Ah, sleep, my coy mistress. Stay a while, lay beside me, share my bed. You’ve been so shy of late, I wondered if we had quarreled while my back was turned. I missed you as I lay awake last night, remembering the sweetness of your caress. I am no fly-by-night lover, no one-night stand; I dream of a life-long commitment, a bed shared nightly, perhaps a few late afternoon trysts in the warm sunshine. I dream of a lingering touch, of selves entwined, no union more perfect than ours.
Did I make you unhappy when I dallied with a daydream? It was a passing encounter, over before it began. It could never rival the bond we share, who have lain so many nights together, shared so many dreams together, been afraid together, been warm together, been restless and peaceful and content together. What could a daydream, a frivolous, fluttering daydream, know of that? Was it only the other morning I left your side, unwilling, grudging, craving only to remain? Come back, sleep, to where you belong, and I promise no daydream will ever come between us again.
Drowsy, I stumble to bed, wishing only for your companionship. I lie in the dark, waiting, hoping, needing. I endlessly devise seductions and abductions to bring you back to my embrace. Sleep, sleep, what have I done that you would treat me so, what harm have I inflicted that keeps you from my side? Come back to me, sleep, grace me with your attentions, wrap your languorous limbs around me and stifle my lecherous lamentations. I humble myself before you, my own, my beloved, my absent mistress, sleep.
9 thoughts on “Sleep, be not proud”
I loved this.
Try Tylenol PM. I am sure your mistress will return!
Forsooth! I wouldst never coax my timid innamorata with potions and elixirs. Ours is a love pure and untainted…plus it gives me a hangover…
So sorry to hear that you are tossing and turning. Call me on my cell if you are ever in that predicament and I’ll probably also be awake too (sigh). As you well know, a conversation with me is VERY effective at inducing copious yawns followed shortly thereafter by loud snoring…(YOU might even get sleepy, too).
Gosh, I’m getting sleepy just reading your comment…’scuse me, I can’t seem to stop yawning…
I think your sleep muse is having an affair with mine! We are both two sleepless ladies whose lovers have forsaken us. 😦
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Thanks so much! Your blog inspires me, as do you. So that’s where my little vixen went, is it? The naughty girl. Seems wrong for Sleep to get frisky.
So sweet! Love the post! Try network “news” and you’ll be sound asleep before they tell you the time and temp!
Alas, I have no television! My mistress returned of her own accord, however, and we had a lovely long morning. Who needs a boyfriend when you have a lazy morning in bed!
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