As I wrapped away in comfort with eyes closed, to reminisce on the miracles to come, thoughts are aplay before I sleep.
The nip was rather greasy, and I curl knowing that my tummy will have no interest in rest. I haven’t had much interest in much these days, grown weary of dailies. I considered running away but I figured the food would be bad anywhere around here. I’d have better luck on the…
I’d Like To Think It’s Okay To Dream