when i sleep

When I sleep I dream of the place I was born and of the darkness that I was born out of. For me, sleep is letting go of tightly wrapped fists, the slow release and relaxation of muscles but not the release of the tension they bear. Then it is the falling, like Alice down the rabbit hole, with closed eyes, I feel myself dropping out of myself, below my bed, through the floor and downward constantly downward into the dark nothingess. I try to peer through the darkness to find the body I’ve left behind, but I no longer know which way is up. Then through the darkness, comes the piercing light and I am reborn.