Heartbeat
I feel the beat of the drum that is my central pump thumping along as i lay my ear to the pillow. It gives slightly, the case zipping and easing on its’ creases.
The drum steadies. I feel each one of my limbs and appendages take their turn pulsing to let me know they’re there.
I remember everything. Anything I could hope to recall, is there, waiting, like a file system. I don’t open anything of consequence. Feelings of confidence. Moments of tenacity through difficulty and challenges. Sadness, logic. A slideshow, projected.
The silence grows and I am caressed by the spirits of what we call sleeping.