Run down and achy
I want only the blankets
That warm and cozy bed of mine is beckoning me, promising welcome relief, but I shan't give into its promises of comfort and peace. Or at least I won't until another day of errands and yard duty has passed and evening has fallen and the kids have done their homework and been fed and been shuttled to and fro to dance class and to and fro to acting class and been shuffled off to slumber.
[One Single Impression welcomes you to its poetry each week.]