Dogs yowl at the critters that make the night their life. Few footsteps are heard of young and wary adolescence as they try and find themselves among darkness. My mid-summer’s night sheets are suffocating my thoughts by continually comforting my body. My eyes feel as if they are being pulled closed, and my body lies here motionlessly trying to convince my mind to stay awake. Finally, my eyelids overcome my body and I doze off into a deep sleep. My mid-summer’s night sheets have conquered my desire and I am now at their command.
My mind slips away into thoughts about the world outside my blinds and dreams beyond the open door. There, for once, is where I find comfort hidden away from the rest of the world outside of these four shadowed walls. My mind is released from its cage that held it hostage in this room, tucked away from the world. I am free to wonder, to roam, to feel to learn, on these mid-summer’s night sheets, in this mid-summer’s night dream.