Right, sometimes the bliss of sleep eludes . . . bittersweet extra, unwanted  time in my life I resent as I try to let go and relax, to turn off the mental file cabinet that flicks through the exposed feelings, the activities, the remnants of my day. Anticipating the dawn, and another  workday, I  grow weary enough to try again, so, lightly tip toe down the carpeted hallway to necessary relief, then walk softly back to my cozy, big bed, yearning for blessed sleep.

Author: Jillymaui - Travel, Kink, Music, Poly, more

A hopeful romantic, poly kinky bbw, travelin' gal, enjoying the last few decades of my life, I love the wild life, genealogy, SF Giants baseball, swimming, painting, guitars & playing, singing, sightseeing, and writing in my future home.

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