Nightshade

Drifting into sleep, I surrender to the threshold where waking and dreaming intertwine. Shadows flicker behind closed eyes, shifting between hypnagogic whispers and hypnopompic echoes, neither here nor there. If the veil remains thin, perhaps I will slip beyond, floating untethered in the quiet expanse of astral wanderings. And if not, then let my mind stretch unseen across distances, reaching places my body cannot go. Night folds around me, and I welcome whatever mysteries it chooses to unveil. Nightshade….