Unwind

Consumed in soft, dark, inky blankness.
Covered with a comfortable wool blanket,
our only light is the television.

My entire body is heavy,
limp and relaxed.
Something inside me is screaming at me to get up and act
but I just don't feel like it.
I think I want to say something
yet my jaw remains slack.

I hold on to you tightly,
your cotton shirt warm and soft like your skin.
I never ever want to leave this moment that I'm in.

And so I let my eyes close,
warm and still.
I've not felt this safe and secure in years.
Perhaps there's nothing wrong with taking these pills.

I can appreciate small things a lot more
because I'm pretty sure
fading in and out of sleep
has never been so pleasant.