light/night – A Poem

The Light of the Moon – Painting by Jamieson Wolf

I am in a deep slumber when a

light

goes off in my mind,

and I am staring into the dark,

wondering how I will fall asleep again.

Instead of letting my mind fill with worry,

which is what I usually do,

I focus on the sounds around me,

letting them lull me to sleep:

the wind is howling outside my window,

singing in its whispering wail.

My beautiful husband sighs beside me,

lost in a hopeful dream.

From a spot between my feet,

I can hear our cat snoring contentedly,

his purrs a soft motor on my ankles.

The moment before the

night

takes me once again,

a thought comes to me:

I’m happy.

Followed quickly by another:

Crap, I hope I didn’t jinx anything.

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