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The place where dreams are made

It's twenty past ten and I've just climbed onto my bed. The bed I spent that little bit of extra time making this morning. The bed I've walked past several times this evening, while I procrastinate and clean out my hanging cupboard under a cascade of tumbling shoe boxes, trying to maximise all hours of the day. 

I have finally given-in to the fluffed feather pillows and cloud-like soft duvet, along with the blissful, pungent scent of the white freesia's. Bear and Humphrey lie with their noses slightly out of joint from where I've whipped a pillow away from them - to comfortingly tuck behind my head! As I lie still my body is slowly beginning to release the tensions of the day. My eye-lids are heavy and drooping with exhaustion, while my legs are thankful for their horizontal resting position. 

Any minute now I'm going to roll over, snuggle further into the abyss of this bed and allow my mind to wander into the land of dreams... Good night world.


Lucky


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