I snatch sleep from your eyes;
the evening was way beyond belief.
It is returned gingerly as you listen to me.
The lullabies you hear are super stories —
confabulations indeed sound televised.
You snatch sounds of background noises;
in our ears are visuals projected on screens
in front of us. Fascinating dialogs decorate
our rich residences. The narration is episodal,
we keep each other up, and when it’s hard to fall
asleep, we reflect on these memories we dream
of life: good food, strife, and even subscriptions.
The night is long and beautiful, sweet dreams.
Carter Ford 