Welcome To My Bed

Magic morsel #35, or, still not sleeping.

I know I said I was going to sleep. I still can't.

This is my sleepy song. Is it an odd compliment to say that Yellow House is one of my favorite albums to sleep to? Because it is.

I can see the sky changing color in preparation for the sun's arrival. At least I've pushed a poem through two more drafts during all of this not-sleeping business.