Can you give a minute? Do you think you can? Oh, to relish in the sound of the ceiling fan in very early mornings! It's a subtle buzzing mixed with a chiming from the pully-switches. (the strings?) The pully-switches. A faint 'zzzz ca tik' (in otherwise silence) from the fan and it's "Sing me to sleep" all over again. So I fell asleep to the whirring and I think I dreamt of you And it's late; still far too black for comfort but I've learned to take comfort in the darkest of things a hint of color hasn't even begun the night seems to never have met the sun to shake the world awake It's only reasonable that I break beneath the heaviness of the air And yet it's bliss. But drifting fast, I can't preserve it I'm full of guarded and swallowed doubt Oh, what I would give! to just hide beneath the covers and simply never think to come out.