Thoughts I'm Having In Bed

I feel out of my body yet again, watching myself leave myself, a thin wisp of a ghost trail holding my shape.

Only sound and light plunge me back to this body.

If I sit in darkness, I fall into this oblivion, this abyss, where I think I can see space through the plastic glow and the dark stars above my bed frame.

(It is a place I welcome warmly).