Sleep.

Sleep.
Always to sleep...
Then she wakes me
She keeps waking me
Tempting me with biscuits.
I dream of this,
And then in my nose
I'm smelling those tempting little perfectly perfect things.
Sweets.
I try and keep fighting sleep, to eat.
I can't fight sleep.
Stop teasing me - I can be alert and flashy
in seconds,
like lightning.
and if she doesn't stop nudging me,
She might need her ankle biting,

I've been in Lancaster today. What a pain getting home. I hate motorway traffic. But hey, I'm back now.

I was playing with manual settings on this. I love the tongue, so here it is.