Sleeping with Tetris

One night I fell asleep
to the dim glow of the television
hitting my closed eyelids,

the color hues shifting
from green to gold.
The game remote still propped in my hand.
My flushed cheeks pressed against

the arm of the couch
and a puddle of saliva
at the corner of my mouth.

Echoing the hypnotic melody
like a child blowing a kazoo
in my ear, into my dreams -
where the shapes still fall
down to form the next set

of four rows. Feeling trapped
in one of those square boxes.
having to rearrange the shapes
by turning them over and

over again. Feeding the urge
for the victory of the rocket launch,
and awakening the next turn.