Folktale Week : Sleep

It seems to have gone away from me

It seems it has made its escape

I nodded off oh so suddenly

And then was jolted to awake.

My head…

oh so weary.

My eyes…

so heavy too.

I think my soul just left me

While under a forest canopy’s view.

A quiet and gentle nodding…

A momentary sleep.

I opened up my mouth to yawn

And found I couldn’t speak.