Smooth as silk

Sunday Scribblings - Sleep

Retiring after a hard day’s work, I glided on to the satin sheets of my bed
sleep craved, yet swirling and curling on the smooth covers of the solo strife-less delight in my life
I felt dizzy; the lullaby of the velvety peace drowned
by the emotional turbulent ride I had had that day

I wondered how even a royal smoothness was not enough
to pamper me to slip into a state of blissful ignorance, a melting unconsciousness
And how even when in the thick of indulgence
I felt naked and exposed to the darkness;
the overpowering obscurity that scared me when I was awake

I was tired, mentally and physically; usually, getting to such a brink would do
The fall would occur by itself, as though some invisible guardian hands
gave me a soft nudge; where is my guardian today? Where are those motherly hands?
Oh, maybe those invisible hands haven’t recognised me yet
I was veiled, by the thoughts that disturbed my undisturbed fantasy

I undressed; stripping off the burdening veil with some difficulty
the estrangement disseminated into the darkness, losing its form
And there they were; those reassuring, motherly hands of hope
tenderly caressing my back, shaming my sleepless yearning

I silently and happily slid away from the spiny reality
falling into a deep, deep air of serenity;
Whispering a soft, slumbered thanks;
I drifted into a light nothingness, cocooned in the silky indulgence of hope for a brand new dawn..

* On teeth - an earlier post, courtesy the Sunday Scribblings 'Fridge Space' prompt (following the 'Too Late' post) - A Forthright Mock