sleep comes softly

Off she goes, with the same old familiar feeling, as if she was disappearing.
She held up her hands to her face, making sure she could see them and not through them.
She sighed, ready to leave behind the exhaustion of the day.
Maybe she would like to be invisible, at least she would have no need to pretend. When you're invisible, you have no worries.
She looked at her hands once more, playing around with her fingers, as each finger went around in circles.
She then grew still and sleep overcame her.