Maybe

It’s late tonight as I lay myself down to sleep, no counting sheep, as the sound of rain soothes me towards dreaming of that place of imagination.

Let’s sleep until we meet in dreams awake for the sake of saving face. Follow me through each day waiting for the timing to be right.

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