No dreams.
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
above me
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.
©️mft
Crow On The Wire 
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.
Lovely poem!
glad you enjoyed. 😴
❤
Beautifully woven