Dawning Creations

My room seems to quake with unspoken rules, unspoken expectations, lay like fallen soldiers at my feet.

I’m begging for reprieve, crying out for relief.

I just want to accept some sleep.

A compromise must be made.

Address these ankle biters and look onto the hope of tomorrow, letting sleep encompass me.

Tired body lay heavy against cuddlduds with llamas and fluffy pillows.

Dreams welcome me at last.