when the Sandman will drift
tiny grits of fine sand
into the corners of my eyes ~
lids weighing heavily despite
Herculean efforts to prevent closure while the television entertains, eyes fluttering open only to realize that lovers have finally embraced in the midst of my nap. Passion is neglected on a sleepy afternoon.
“Two things are infinite: the universe and naps;
and I’m not sure about the universe.”
~ Albert Einstein
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