The Goddess
I was visited by a goddess named 'Poem' this evening.
She descended into my room as I lay myself down for sleep.
She lit herself down on my forehead and perched her little heels upon my
nose.
I giggled; it tickled, somehow.
My forehead tingled with anticipation;
This was not an event I would soon forget, or so I hoped.
She sat on my forehead, and my brain buzzed.
Emotional overload, yes.
Her little body, so serene, so beautiful, so perfect, began to melt as my
eyes, heavy and laden with sleepiness, tried to shut themselves.
I protested. I didn't want sleep. Sleep wouldn't listen.
And so I lost her, my little goddess, my beautiful, precious goddess, to
sleep..
