Dream marks on my pillow

As the darkness is catching up to the light, I am just winding down. I ash whatever needs to be ashed then I put my computer to sleep for the night. Tossing my shirt effortlessly on to the floor, setting up the place where my body regains it's energy, it's been one of those days. Setting the fan to the speed that's one less than two, so soothing as if it was the background music to a play. 

As the wind is steady kissing my face, i turn the t.v on and proceed to take my time. When its time for me to dream, i turn off the conversations the people are having on the t.v and open my blinds just enough to wear the moon can stare at me. 

With me staring back it feels like were having a conversation but no words have been spoken. At this time of night, Lost thoughts usually gets the best of me when its time to dream and wondering about what my next move will probably be the death of me but I still keep the conversation going with eyes feeling like magnets.

The moon wants me to tell him more about whats on my mind but the positive and negative have already meet, i'm almost there. As the last few lost thoughts exit my conscious, i'm asleep now. Not knowing what it's gonna be about but it's time to dream now.

Goodnight.