Daydreaming, Aretha Franklin“He’s the kind of guy that would say Hey, baby let’s get away Let’s go some place, huh Where I don’t care He’s the kind of guy that you give your everything You trust your heart, share all of your love Till death do you part”
I don’t sleep very much. And by not much, I mean about 3-4 hours per night. From time to time, I take the advice of my therapist and let prescription medication help so that I can give my body, my mind and my soul 8 hours of uninterrupted rest. While most people are comfy and cozy in their beds, I’m sitting in my bedroom thinking. Just thinking. And writing. And sometimes crying. Less crying that I wrote about here, If You Think You’re Lonely Now, but there are still some nights that are worse than others.