when limbs fall asleep

my arm

has fallen asleep

in the cold

night

during an uneventful

dream

that i take note of

on my

little pad

on the nightstand.

i observe

the lifeless form

of my left hand

and forearm,

the tingling

of nerves.

the strange warmth

into the shoulder.

but i expect the feeling

to return

before long.

i'm very hopeful,

quite

optimistic, in fact,

and then the leg

too.