Head to Rest

At night as i lay my head to rest
There is a drumming in my ribs- a pulsing beat in my neck,
my feet,
in my finger tips.
And i swear I can see my shirt dancing to the rhythm of my heart
Pounding here against my chest.
Dreams come so unevenly-
So vivid and disjointed,
That I find myself counting beats instead of the obligatory sheep.

I feel as if I am vanishing-
Fading in and out of lucid fantasy.
I am exhausted.