{"id":440,"date":"2008-01-18T22:14:12","date_gmt":"2008-01-19T06:14:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/?p=440"},"modified":"2008-01-19T09:10:04","modified_gmt":"2008-01-19T17:10:04","slug":"journey-to-bed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/?p=440","title":{"rendered":"Journey to Bed"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The house is quiet, completely dark<br \/>\nExcept for one defiant spark<br \/>\nWhich rails against the night&#8217;s embrace:<br \/>\nThe screen illuminates my face.<\/p>\n<p>The hour is late; my head is tired.<br \/>\nThe stimulants which kept me wired<br \/>\nHave long since faded. Now instead<br \/>\nI think of turning in to bed.<\/p>\n<p>I kill the light. My eyes protest<br \/>\nThis sudden, unexpected test.<br \/>\nI scarcely need them; in my brain<br \/>\nThe layout of my house is plain.<\/p>\n<p>The corridor is to the right:<br \/>\nA gauntlet I must run each night<br \/>\nWhere every floorboard&#8217;s heartless gaze<br \/>\nSurveys my pathway through his maze.<\/p>\n<p>Each sentry waits to shout my name<br \/>\nIf I should fail this nightly game<br \/>\nBut I have played at this before:<br \/>\nI deftly pass and gain the door.<\/p>\n<p>The danger here is not yet past;<br \/>\nI must negotiate the last.<br \/>\nThe final task that lies ahead:<br \/>\nTo reach the far side of the bed.<\/p>\n<p>My presence somehow more than sound<br \/>\nIs now my enemy. Around<br \/>\nThe bed I glide with silent speed<br \/>\nBefore the sleeper pays me heed.<\/p>\n<p>I shed my clothes, enter the warm<br \/>\nBeside my spouse&#8217;s sleeping form.<br \/>\nThe steady breathing lets me know<br \/>\nThat sleep is still the status quo.<\/p>\n<p>So I relax and, slightly curled,<br \/>\nLet Morpheus take me from the world.<br \/>\nMy thoughts ease their frenetic rate<br \/>\nAnd gently disassociate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The house is quiet, completely dark Except for one defiant spark Which rails against the night&#8217;s embrace: The screen illuminates my face. The hour is late; my head is tired. The stimulants which kept me wired Have long since faded. Now instead I think of turning in to bed. I&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-440","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/440","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=440"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/440\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=440"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=440"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elbeno.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=440"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}