Sunday, May 22, 2005

CURSES! Foiled again!

Floating, lazily
thoughts swirling and circling softly
like the hum of background music

Too wispy to catch
they drift apart at a touch

Comfortable...

Balancing on the thin edge between
dozing and true sleep


And then...


A sudden, jolting surge of adrenaline
As eyes fly open and
heart pounds
at the cry of



MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Naptime is over.


I can never return to that place...until the next day. Drat.
*sigh*


This just in...
I stole it from The Lovely Psychobabble...








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