Come and read this warm and tender poem about sleep!! I hope the Sandman always treats you this gently!!!
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Sleep calls to me!
Calls me to lay soundly in its arms untill the morning returns.
In my sleep I feel comfortable in my Single, comfortable bed.
Warm and cosy.
Sleep calls to me, softly does it whisper.
Calls out my name.
I heed it at night. 🌒while my cats explore the nocturnal neighbourhood till morning comes.🐾🐱
The Reluctant Poet 