Escape #fivewords

Weekly Writing Prompt #119

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Startled, he  tried to escape

from the depth of the dream.

The loud shriek had been real,

but did he have any right

to jump in this grim reality?

After all, this was not his war

Soon, he would be back to sleep,

And his inner peace.

 

Image: Von yumikrum – fingal, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=48418772

 

 

#Geometries: Schlafen

Asleep Sleep is one of the great pleasures of life: the one moment we surrender, safely, relax our body, release our pains, and if we sleep alongside a loved companion, the prelude to, or conclusion of, other pleasures.

For us it is a ritual: I am ahead of you, our clocks being slightly out of perfect synch, and when you lie down, I may already be dreaming. It is intended: you have a choice: let jarhead to his dreams, or wake him up for work, that is for love, that is for what you want, as you want it, as is your privilege. But this is about sleep, for now.

You lie naked, nestled against this great bulk of husband, your slender back offered to him, unconscious, but all-knowing. Later you may stretch and spread your legs, and if I happen to be ever so lightly awake, leaning on my elbow, I will admire your intimacy, the cherished treasures of our togetherness. You may then sense my preying, pull the sheet over your body in your sleep, or turn round and, triumphant and bright-eyed, challenge me to prove my devotion: later still, as you lie again deeply asleep, at day break, I will look out at the sunlight playing over the oak trees, from our window, in wonder at this miracle: the geometry of our dreams.