Sleep crusted eyes drawn downward.

Heavy from weighed down lids.

A misty haze that settles on the body and mind.

Thick and oppressive.

It chains down until movement is not possible.

It begs to stay still.

***

Some people fight it.

Trying to get every move out possible.

Forcing their eyes wide open.

Ignoring the yawn building in the back of the throat.

Moving until they can no longer ignore it.

Moving until they can no longer move.

***

Moving is a valued action,

But I also elevate rest.

You will find me moving by day and resting by night.

The sun and moon were carved into the void of the sky for a reason.

Some people just forget to look up.

I say good night to the sun.