(AM)
I am off again to hunt the elusive sleep, in this fertile heat. Slumber is rare thing these days, like kisses (the long ones) and yawns (my daughter's). Like enough money even.
(PM)
And I found a poor man's sleep, scraggly and threadbare. Barely there, but I took it anyway. And woke up weak and hungry, scarcely able to push the buttons on the remote, so, I just lay there, imagining you, and Rain.
near enough to bask in your warmth, even in this heat.
and be home again.
