The Sleep Sisters Poem by E M Krumholtz

Sleep creeps in, stealthily dragging eyelids behind her,
Insolent somnolence.
Conversation recedes down a vanishing point tunnel.
The shades are drawn.
Consciousness slumps in her chair.
Thoughts drift to the ground - a pile of loose words.
Dense atmosphere, a smothering blanket, wraps her arms stifling all resistance.
A lost battle, dormant soldiers fall away as the numbing, hypnotic waves of torpor are swept ahead of the Sleep Sisters.