Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Dreamland

Tonight, I hear a place calling my name . . . Dreamland.



I LOVE my bed . . . I LOVE sleeping . . . have LOVED to sleep in since I was a kid. So blissfully happy that my mom's belief during my childhood about Saturday mornings and summer mornings was that a kid should get to sleep for as long as they need; that they'll wake up when their body is rested. Man, she sure was a smart woman. (LOVE ya, Mom)

Anyway, back to what I was saying . . . bed . . . sleep . . . dreamland is calling my name. And I happily, blissfully answer the call.

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