No restless legs.
No Jiminy Cricket chattering
in my ear to keep me awake.
Just a deep sleep
with a train of Zzzz’s
that seemed to serpentine
into the celestial night.
A pleasant, restful slumber
as if a fairy godmother had tucked me in.
As if she read my favorite story
in her soothing, sleepytime voice.
Nighty-night, my little son,
the fairy with fluttering wings said,
as she waved her magic wand
that glittered over my somnolent head.
Light and deep at the same time.i like the rythm
Thanks, Ortensia. Wrote it after a good nite’s sleep. 😴
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Lovely fairy tales imagery, like we become children as we try to sleep. 🙂
yes, we drop our adult facade and we try to sleep like babies. thanks for your perspective, Brenda.
I do think we learn to put ourselves to sleep as babies, and carry it forward each day. Although, I have a new style of sleep that I didn’t used to have — the “just closing my eyes” doze my father used to do. 🙂
that takes skill. i need the conditions to be just right. 🙂
LOL That helps.
RLS sucks big time.
As i get older, Im increasingly grateful for a good nite’s sleep. RLS is a bummer. 😴
I hear you Mark.
glad you enjoyed. 😴