Fifty Six Minutes

Here I am.
Laying in my bed,
Consumed by darkness.

Street lights creep in my tiny window, and cast shadows on my walls.
Two fans going to produce a symphony of white noise to help me sleep.

I've been asleep for four hours now,
But here I lay,
Wide awake.
In pain, but calm.

I self medicate,
Because let's be honest...
We live in America.
Land of the "brave" and prescription drugs.

My eyes are tired,
My body aches.
I let the ashes of yesterday dust me under the glow of the moon.

I feel my bare skin warming the cool bedsheet underneath my body.

Fifty Six minutes until I start my day.
Fifty six minutes of restlessness or deep sleep?
I'll let my body decide.