50 Word Stories: Night Flights

When I can't sleep, I like to fly. That's right, I said fly. I stretch my legs, sticking my toes out from under the duvet, reach out my arms like wings, and pretend to be a plane. My wife's my co-pilot. She provides the engine noises. Every single night!

Insomnia (Tanka)

 there’s a twilight unfolding betwixt and between  subtlest grey shades and grim hues  as if in a dream  eyes closed but still there’s no sleep  (Image courtesy of MataHari7 on deviantart.com)