Bedtime in Budapest

After navigating the city scape
in the summer heat
it is wonderful to settle in a spacious
air conditioned room
But it was not long after my arrival
that I soon began to crash
But the depth of the slumber
was not something that I had anticipated
It was one of those nights that rarely happen
In fact the sleep was so utterly encompassing
that I lost any awareness of my body and mind
Such a rare hiatus
as normal sleep always seems
to be accompanied by at least some sense of self
But it was almost like death
or at least as I had imagined it to be
Everything was shut down
Total blackness
and no communication between the parts
But I must confess that at least on one occasion
a slight memory did seem to surface
I felt the side of my face pressed deeply into my pillow
Strangely my mouth was open
and I could feel spittle dripping upon the case
But it was a pleasant mnemosyne
Nothing like a Greek god interrupting the scene
More like an ordinary child dripping wet
separated from a beautiful nursemaid not far from the stream
But maybe it was somewhat similar to a dog
Or a hungry cow searching for a cud
But this was just a brief moment in time
And it was the abyss that really came to be
Floating but I really wouldn’t call it space
Because space has sensation
But what is a vacuum when nothing can be felt at all?
But perhaps this is a vagary chance, a trance or a ghostly wraith
or spate
Yet I would like to consider it non-existence
Do you think that it could be true?
Is it possible to die in one’s sleep
and with no recollection somehow gather one’s wits
and decide to come back to see all of you far too soon?
And if it happened who would really know?
But I tell you this was no ordinary sleep
Perhaps I had felt the sensation or the lack thereof
at least a few times before
But it had been such a long, long time ago
And you know what?
It really felt great
I woke up refreshed
and my energy percolated through my veins
And I felt happy
But it was such a strange form of happiness
Almost elation
Yet I had no idea from where it came from
I remember feeling this way when I was five or six
Deep exhilaration as I anticipated the upcoming day
But I will consider it a mystical experience
if ever there is such a thing.