The bed always ends up betraying us. Its incessant warmth, its lullaby. Morpheus playing his lyre and letting leaves fall from the cypress.
You might hate the bed, but it's good to leave its embrace. When we sleep, we aren't living. Living has always been more interesting than sleeping.
Unless you have a huge bag of potato chips and they scatter like sheep across the clouds.
I don't hate my bed on the contrary, I love it since it's filled with water and if I move my foot a bit Neptune makes it shakes and... There are the lullaby's sang by mermaids the entire night and trust me Morpheus' arms are warm and cosy 😍
I am NOT lazy and still alive if I sleep! I weave stories and think out art and don't like to eat potato chips 🤮 no reason to have one. You better watch out for rotten potatoes and tomatoes fallen out of the skyinstead of pelicans delivering Santa's parcels.
♥️🍀