Grey and white fall to sleep after an eternity of standing guard, alert for intruders— a sentinel with a promised execution if impropriety is scented I wake with their sleep. I swarm the throne room, make changes to it. A hammock swings, a whistled tune echoes, as sunrise bellows I jump down the walls, no longer mine, as gray and white awaken. My mind ricochets me to the base of the skull, where I reside as peace of mind