my turn

My eyes are so sleepy. I sit with this ‘one-eyed beast’ nestled in my lap, covered by 2 oh-so-soft blankets. Through my open window I feel the soft kiss of April nighttime wash over my bare chest. The autos drone by, swish and quiet rumble.
20 minutes is the time I have set, the voices wrestle in my ears as my fingers forge their quiet way across the keyboard; funny how they are more adept when, out of necessity, they are convinced to take over where my brain has left off.
How many sleeps left now Miss Wilson? Too tired tonight to be sure, will check again in the morning after 6 restless hours of curling up around my wonderful heart-made pillows. The ones that can never be quite as comforting as the warmth of a beautiful body breathing softly next to me.

16 I think…

oh woe is me