A day without a nap is like a cupcake without frosting.
sleep
Insomniacaholic
I’m an insomniacaholic
if there is such a thing
well, I know there is —
I am one, and their king!
journal, age fifteen
Biblioinsomnia
Up late with books, reading in bed—
Up early with coffee, extra lead.
At two-fifty-nine
Prayer to the middle-of-the-night gods:
please let me sleep —
thank you for the beautiful moon
and winter silence
but please let me fall back to sleep —
no offense.
Amen.
So tired!
“I have been awfully busy… And it tires me so that generally
—Lewis Carroll, 1879
Sleepy
sunday afternoon
drowsiness fell off a cliff
landing in a nap