Friday is feewing sweepy.
The splitting and splatting of the rain falling down the gutter spout induced sleepiness. Like a switch flipped, she could feel her eyelids lowering, and her brain putting itself into deep freeze. She was overtaken by an almost instinctual desire to curl up under something fluffy and lay her cheek against a cool, smooth pillow.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
1 comment:
This is how I felt this morning!
Post a Comment