So very sleepy. Falling, falling, falling into sleep … drifting into somnolence. That’s right. Now in a state of sleepitude. Those delicious yawns. How sweet and welcome and tear-filled those yawns are! It’s good to sleep when you’re fed, when you’re warm and housed.
Am grateful, O Forces that Govern the Things that Are.
See you in a while!
~Dreamer of Dreams