Elizabeth Taylor
Falling Asleep to Kinsey
Clean sheets and pillowcases after a long, productive day. She lays her head down softly, quietly, with a delicious release of tension. She doesn’t fall asleep; she settles into it comfortably.
Sleep, like Yeats’ peace, comes dropping slow. She glides smoothly across the surface of sleep like a dolphin surfing on hypnogogic waves. There is a period of time…a moment, a few minutes, an hour, who can say…when there is no difference between being almost awake and almost asleep. A period of time, of sensual sub-erotic time, when she is pleasantly aware of her body without being conscious of it. And in all the wide world, with its delights and wonders, there is no other place that could give her as much feline contentment as she experiences at that very moment.
In the morning she will awake and go about her business, remembering only indistinctly the ineffable serenity of the night before. But her smile will be a bit brighter, her laugh will come a bit easier, and she will impart some vague but gratifying sense of pleasure to everybody she meets.
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