The Four Poster
Part 1
Jonathan Greer
He tried to fall back asleep. But he couldn’t. Didn’t know why. The bed was comfortable, and her steady breathing and warmth was like a lullaby. He even had his pillow over his eyes, the way he did when he meant business. The room was perfect. But he could not drift away.
At times he thought he might. He was giving it his best shot. Then just when he would find the thread of unconsciousness, the small pinhole that leads into a world of dreams, something would catch his mind’s eye and pull him back up. He was like a man treading upon a frozen lake, just ounces away from breaking through. He heard the shatterings of every footfall, and watched the shards of ice spread out below his steps. But somehow the thin layer of wakefulness held his weight, and he crossed the surface of sleep without plunging in.
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