In that darkness before dawn when sleep does not come, when sleep has abandoned us for some other oblivious dreaming fool, the cold breath of lost souls descends upon our restless form and we shiver as our skin becomes as ice, our breath to mist. As the pale light of the new day whispers through the dark void, only then do we find the comfort of sleep. Only then do we find those few fleeting hours of forgotten bliss.
Please note that I am not the only "Spockgirl" out in cyberspace.
At some point during the day...
I may feel or look like this, but without the beer.
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2 comments:
Wow, did you ever capture that feeling hands down. I've been there and feel like I just went back there thanks to this great little piece of writing...
Thanks T.
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