Sleepy rerun

Such little tired, tired eyes.

Although your sleepy, it wont be time to rest your head, or hide under the covers.
You just sit in your chair and buzz like the backround; of some old rerun on television to fill the spaces inbetween the comfortable and the silence.

Your hair sways from the whispear of an opean window like cobwebs and tickles your face during this long episode.

And beautifully, your eyes flutter like the waves of an early morning ocean in summer. warm and distant, so comfortable and memorable. Tracing impossible lines through the smoke of a half finished ciggarette softly.

So carefully, you quietly slip and tip toed into another world for alittle while. And rest your head on your shoulder.

And this long night floats to an end without being missed.