Quiet Times

I lay here in the dark, waiting. Waiting for the roar in my head to cease. The inferno in my mind to extinguish. Visions of tomorrow's missions play out. Lists of needed errands run rampant. So much to do, and not enough time. Time i waste laying here. I listen to your breath coming with ease and I wish the same for me. Turning off the day is the hardest thing for me to do. I wish there was a magic switch I could flip and make it all disappear. I could always anesthetize myself into a hazy narcotic dream filled world or drink myself into an ocean of unconsciousness only to wake feeling worse than before. But alas, I will not. I will lie here and wait for the quiet times to approach.