The kind of sleep
Where the sunlight is your alarm, the covers and sheets are tossed and thrown.
Your eyes are crusted, drool dried up on your cheeks, with your shirt half on.
Deep, ugly and long…
The kind of sleep,
That you awaken from with an arm stretched high yawn.
The kind that makes you feel confused and dazed for a minute long.
Yes my kind of sleep
Heavy, untimed, long and sweet…
By: meeee… Jasmine