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


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


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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