Sleep consumes my body, my mind.
As I drown in the darkness, silence, loneliness. Peaceful.
Spark the subconscious thoughts that burn into a fiery, detailed picture of what the heart truly wants. No pretending. No faking.
The absolute truth. The real you.
Surrounded by pillows and sheets and blankets. Wrapped up like a cocoon.
Waiting to finally be free. Burst into dreams. Dreaming only the best of dreams never dreamt before.
Until then... Just waiting...
Trapped in your own mind. Locke