The room was as damp as the streets outside, it was dark inside my room.
I slowly pulled up my covers up to my head, refusing to submit to wakening just yet.
The Sandman slowly whispers to me and beckons me still, but I know better, maybe tomorrow my old friend, maybe tomorrow.
I slowly rose out of the warmth of my bed into the cold floor to begin another day.
Dreams they call out to me, beckoning me to taste the sweet and bitter of the unknown.
Tell me more about the future, awaken my eyes to the past. Let me wander some more in my slumber, let me thread through the forbidden paths.
I see but a shadow of my present, something I left way way back. Let me visit those places once again, if not, then let me dream some more.
I slowly pulled up my covers up to my head, refusing to submit to wakening just yet.
The Sandman slowly whispers to me and beckons me still, but I know better, maybe tomorrow my old friend, maybe tomorrow.
I slowly rose out of the warmth of my bed into the cold floor to begin another day.
Dreams they call out to me, beckoning me to taste the sweet and bitter of the unknown.
Tell me more about the future, awaken my eyes to the past. Let me wander some more in my slumber, let me thread through the forbidden paths.
I see but a shadow of my present, something I left way way back. Let me visit those places once again, if not, then let me dream some more.
2 comments:
next time...before your feet hit the floor, let me give you the softest slippers so you would never feel the cold floor, ever again..=)
Tsaring!
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