Impatiently awake

Sleep eludes me like chastity, I lay awake dreaming of slumber unable to quiet my mind long enough to become unconscious. My eyes rage against my mind, my mind against my body, my body against me; and my precious desire for sleep is collateral damage.

I drift between places and faces I do not know and return awake, barely. What is this? why can't I sleep? Relax your mind; this mental mote I make is some what pointless. Think of something calm, I tell myself; ok here goes - the cool grass beneath my feet, the blades of grass slipping between my toes, cool breeze against my skin; the sound of birds chirping in the distance; twilight creatures singing their songs of hello; trees speaking to each other as they sway in the wind.

Ah! I feel myself drifting off - yes, finally, I think and then nothing - shit I still awake. Still here; I grow more upset at every failed attempt to drift off to sleep and the angrier I become the further away sleep moves from me. At this point there is nothing I want more than to be oblivious to myself. I lay there at the mercy of my mind; praying that it would shut up long enough so I may hear the sound of nothing; silent long enough for REM; I wait, good things come to those who wait they say; better things come to those who go after it. But on this night, rather morning, I am left with little choice but to wait till slumber sees it fit to pay me a visit