INDECISION

Thoughts wandered
Between wakefulness and slumber.
Time dreamed with her
In stillness, they wished each other Bon Voyage.

Next sunrise maybe.”
She told herself,
Convincing a half-awake soul,
Bribing a critical mind into the illusion.

When grains began to stir,
She rocked the hourglass— ever so softly,
And the two of them went back to sleep,
Snoring.

© Gheeneil

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