I must be old. Friday night is not what it once was, a time to go out, stay up late, and get crazy.
What is Friday night now? A sophoric night–the night that invites sleep, hard, fast, and early. No matter what I do on a Friday night, my head is nodding, my eyes are drooping, and my body is telling me it’s time for sleep. My body commands my sleep, “I helped you through the week; now I will induce your sleep. You do NOT have a choice. You WILL sleep now.”
Nothing is free from inducing slumber: TV, movie, basketball game, conversation, blogging. Everything I do results in drifting off to sleep again and again.
Yawns fire in rapid succession. My eyes are weighted, and they fall shut. Once closed they resist opening.
on the keyboard
My words lose
My mind meanders
and my eyes close.
It is time for sleep.