A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. ~Maya Angelou

As I lay in bed last night, that warm-belly feeling of comfort and sleepiness came over me. I could actually feel me drifting in and out of slumber. We got home later than I wanted, but was grateful for the reasons... still I rushed to bed hoping to hurry sleep. Morning comes early.

In those half awake moments, the silliest thoughts feel the wisest. The internal dialogue slows to a meandering. The tiniest detours are explored and the warmth spreads from my belly spiralling outwards- to my thighs, up my neck.

The clean crispy sheets feel that much more like what heaven ought to be. The new fluffy feather pillow cradles my head, and I bury deeper in, slipping my hand under its coolness... making myself that much more awake, but only briefly. It's worth it to feel that haze of Morpheus and Hypnos working their tandem magics.

And then I'm oblivious.