roseprickles

Sleep

Ah. One of my favorite past-times. There's something about a comfy bed with mounds of blankets and pillows that just call to you when you need them. Like a bad day, or a long week, or two many minutes on the treadmill. The bed is where I would love to stay if I could. No problems to deal with, except bedsores if left too long! The magical escape. Some say the dead look only like they are sleeping. Sleeping is almost a kind of death and rebirth. We -if all goes well- will awake rejuvenate and replenished. Ready for a new day, a new start.

Hmmm, is it time for bed yet?

posted by rosey @ 5:23 PM