Lulled to sleep,
the warm breeze allowed inside,
so I can hear the rain on the front of the house.

My legs starting to stick to the sheets,
I keep my eyes shut against the light.
I can remember being able to sleep better during the day.

I focus everything on the black behind my lids,
Turning the absence of color into dark reds, blues, and purples.

Tiny stars form just outside of my view,
I try following them,
reaching outward towards the one closest to my hand.
My focus is weak.

Drifting back to my room, i sit up.
Angered that my nap is over.