Blog Post #346
I’m tired and the thought of my comfy bed is uppermost in my mind — so why am I still sitting here ostensibly writing a blog post, but browsing through my Pinterest feed instead?
Could that Café Verona I slurped down at 5:00 pm be keeping my brain buzzing with a million whirling thoughts? Or am I a crazy person too stubborn to call it a day and relax into the sweet peacefulness of sleep?
Sleep is beckoning
stumble to my bed yawning
sweet dreams are waiting