Rhino wanted in on the act this time. But just like the last times, the minute I dumped the Haikubes on the carpet, Hem came at a gallop.
He and Rhino worked amiably to help me pick out my cubes.
I found a poem that's a wish for sleep tonight. I made the mistake of drinking a cup of hot tea after school yesterday, and I woke up with a busy brain at 2:00 AM. I read for an hour, then only dozed until the alarm went off just before 5:00. Please come, honest sleep. Bring me grace!
What a good pair of words -- sleep honestly and finally grace. They perfectly describe that feeling of dropping into a deep, delicious sleep.ReplyDelete
I hear you about the sleep. 2.00am is my witching hour, too.