The snore: a poem.

The feeling of floating
lightly, effortlessly
to sleep.

Dissolving,
twitching
into silent dream.

Until suddenly, ears prick.
Eyes clench.
That sound.
THAT sound.

The first snore.

– jl


 

This one goes out to all the good sleepers: the silent sleepers. The ones who never make a sound, nor can stand to hear a noise where they rest their sleepy heads. That is, until, they fall in love with a snorer … Welcome to my world. xJ