100 Words – Empire of Sleep

I long to become a citizen of the empire of sleep. I’m exhausted and have completed so many tasks, so many challenges. I have earned my sleep. I am worthy. Or am I?

The border guards keep me out with sour memories and invalid tic-tac-toe strategies. The brain races to nowhere. Negative thoughts become ogres that drag me back to the waking world. Like a log jam they clog my brain. Nothing good can get through.

I try to breath. Deep and clarifying. I fail. The guardians of sleep mock me. Perhaps I can bribe them with a couple beers.

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.