Persuasive Sleep

Sometimes when you snore, I rest my hand on your arm, in the valley between your elbow and bicep.

One more deep breath, exhale, and you are still.

The warmth of my palm persuades you to rest easy.

My hand slips away, to hide under my cheek.

Minutes pass, and I lay uneasily in the dark.

Restless mind after a long day.

The silence rings in my ears.

I rest my hand once more.

A mild gasp startles in your throat, and you turn on your side towards me.

Your hand, outstretched, discovers my shoulder and caresses my arm, ultimately cradling my elbow, persuading me to sleep.