I Am Not Waking Up Until Tomorrow.

Why do I need this cold ground under me
So much?
At night, after the bellydance, I pretend a tire
Out of me
Drying sweat, undisclosed need
I can not feel anymore.
As I go resting, I close my eyes
Sleep gives me his hand
To follow him in this mesmerizing way
After that, I am not waking up
I do not want to get up
Leave me be, leave me here
I feel weak, submitted to the dream
So I just know and say a few last words for now:
I am not waking until tomorrow.