Numb

My favorite time of the day must be right before I go to sleep. The drowsiness I feel as I'm fighting off my sleep, but slowly succumbing to it. Feeling the strength in my legs give way and the sensation of seeing but not feeling my limbs move. My shoulders fall. The weight of rest is too heavy to hold off and I'm crushed by it. Soon it reaches my head. I try to speak, but it's distant from my body. As though I'm far inside myself. My voice is intruding. It rumbles out of my chest, in sluggish language no one understands. My mind is light and cloudy, and whichever thought I have last slowly fades. My eyes are closing. I am one of the few I know that have really paid attention to the way they are when falling into sleep. During this time, I almost feel ... tranquil.