thoughts swirling and circling softly
like the hum of background music
Too wispy to catch
they drift apart at a touch
Balancing on the thin edge between
dozing and true sleep
A sudden, jolting surge of adrenaline
As eyes fly open and
at the cry of
Naptime is over.
I can never return to that place...until the next day. Drat.
This just in...
I stole it from The Lovely Psychobabble...
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