Dream a Little Dream

15 Jan

Blog Post #267

It’s Sunday night — and time for bed.

I am tired tonight so I’m sure that I will be fast asleep moments after my head hits the pillow. A good night’s rest and pleasant dreams are all I need to be ready to face the day.

As I was contemplating what to write for this post, I remembered a poem from my childhood.

The Land of Nod

From Breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do–
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.

Robert Louis Stevenson

sleeping photo

Goodnight, dear ones!

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