sleep

my afternoon slinks away from me
in half hour catnaps
and various arched positions of my spine

I'm always planning
to get up a half-hour later
but i just can't bring myself to

Sleep is so comforting
like a member of my family
it doesn't expect anything of me

just loves me the way i am
forever and always
I can retreat to childhood dreams
when life becomes too much

but sleep is also a highway robber
who promises fulfillment
and pays me in procrastination
and self-doubt