The fissure that is slumber / Trampoline

Sleep is a crack in my mind that I chase, hoping to get enough of a grip to drift off and dream. Often it remains just out of my reach. It has to be because the incessant pursuit is what makes the sleep real and deep. Once I finally find myself in the crack I must be mindful not to ackowledge my success as that quickly pushes the crevice out further - keeping sleep in the distance. For the act of finally catching up to the crack risks ultimately staying awake and then restarting the chase in the most tiresome of cycles.
The key is to slip into the crack.