I saw this quote today:
"I love sleep, my life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake." --Ernest Hemingway
Oooo sleep.
I love it. I want it.
The warm sheets snuggling around you. Soft pillow cradles your head so all the tension ebbs away somewhere far from the soft warmness of your cocoon.
Soft music lulling your sleepy lids, your tense muscles melt into the cotton cloud.
You can't help but smile at the ultimate bliss this rest is.
Where IS that moment? Lost, so lost from me.
My heavy-lidded struggle, exhausted swagger and final plop into bed...clothes on, contacts in and I just don't plain care anymore that my teeth aren't brushed is so not the romantic evening I had planned with my pillow.
I want a nap so bad.
Instead, I'm dragging myself to my last class of the day.
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