One Hundred and Eighteen

April 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

Day 118

Sleep hangs heavily from the edge of my lashes. With each blink my eyelids fail to return to their normal height. My mind longs to lay all of its contents against a soft pillow. My limbs want to stretch out like a cat in the warm afternoon sun. I cannot wait to pull the thin quilts up to my chin, curl into a ball, and drift off into glorious dream land. That wonderful moment is all I can think about; I have long forgotten about my to-do list, moving plans, or tomorrow’s projects. I cannot conjure up any fancy words, nor can I elaborate on anything eventful. Last night’s dreams come to mind, and I am tempted by that other world. So much could be said about the raspberries, blueberries, rhubarb, and the incredibly large German shepherd that in just one week will all be mine, but I am too tired to even begin. Instead, I will save these wonderful thoughts for myself, crawl into my little bed, and fall into that deep sleep, with a grin.


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