Day 303: Longing for the Refreshing Darkness

I dream a dream

In which I lean

My head on a pillow

Made of soft flowers from a willow

But the night is young

I once sung

Fought through the good times without warning

While we cared little about the morning

Yet, today I dream a different dream

Getting old, it may seem,

Has changed my habits and my mind

For me tomorrow I must be kind

It is past my bedtime

Under the sheets I shall climb

Oh, how I long for my eyes to cease their daily exercise

And wait for the morning sunrise

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Author’s Note #1: I know you may have been expecting the conclusion to the story about the fly, but I am literally too tired to write it. I wouldn’t do the story or the fly justice with my grumpiness. It may end up dead. But the real one is still alive for all I know. Flying around somewhere in the house. Tomorrow, we will learn about the fly.

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