I should be sleeping. Nocturnal musings keep me distracted, wanting more from a full and beautiful day. Pleasing the senses are the quiet tock of the wall clock. Quiet in the night, the deep breaths of the sleeping gathering in stirs of bed linen, rustling, sighing, sound and steady resting. I melt into soft sheets, as my night musings dare to become dreams. Passing thoughts walk through my mind, conveying hopes of tomorrow.


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