Predream

One thirty nine. Twenty to two. I'm tired but not asleep. My eyes are heavy. The same feeling I had at six thirty this morning. Much like I will have at quarter past ten tomorrow.

They close slightly. I'm considering the weight. My eyelids are pushing down. Gravity lends a hand. Light seeps through untight eyes.

Not asleep and not really awake. There are fresh new sheets on the bed. My wife of fourteen years breaths beside me. Already7 in her dreams.

Can I control them.? I rouse myself. Too much thought. New sensations take over. My mouth too dry, ears alert. I can't sleep.

Dreams and reality merge. Who and what is real? I will feel the same tomorow. I'll fall asleep, at work at lunch, the wheel?