the longish pause

I lay here in the darkness,
listening to the house noises and
relishing the sweet comfort of being
horizontal on my mattress,
and waiting for the inane nothingness of sleep...
That longish pause that I apparently cherish so much, I spend everyday usually doing everything I can to get back to it...
Yes, that longish pause they call night...
That which divides light and dark,
and that which also gives me freedom to mentally fly away, like desperate geese southern-bound,
I depart, heading for morning.
I sigh, close my eyes,and I am gone.