Dreaming of you

Idiopathic hypersomnolence,

a poetic term for this week’s demon
let me sleep  just a little more,
the bed, the couch, a quiet corner call to me

sleep, you are both my enemy and my friend

each swimming battle to wake is an interrupted dream

each relinquishment, a sweet return
a quixotic replay of precious moments
of recent days spent with you close enough to touch