The Somnonaut

He dons pajamas,

tucks pants into socks and

sleeves into fingerless gloves,

straps on CPAP breather,

inserts dental night guard,

tugs eye mask into place.

Dreamsuited,

he boards his craft,

pulls up the blanket,

sealing the hatch.

He calls for uplifting music.

Flight director Alexa counts down

to liftoff or, at least, sound off.

He launches on Captain Kirk’s vector:

“Thataway!”

Destination unknown.

 

Copyright ©2020, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.