Backfired Sleep

One arm pressed against
furry cat feet;
Shoulders and back softened, finally,
into warm sheets
and patchwork quilted cotton.

I recognize
dream sparkling
at the edge of my eyelids,
dancing to the melody
of Friday neighbors.

A crack
sounds against darkness
shattering dream tide like glass.

Brushing off dream dust,
I remind lungs to breath
and heart to squeeze;
hiding in sudden silence, I wait and wait.

When the cat lays her head back down,
ears in neutral, mine are still alert.

Soon, Friday neighbors lift melody anew
and we know if it’s not safe,
at least it’s over for now
and I melt back into
softened starlight dream.



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