I love to plump your pillows and sip hot tea while watching the quietness slowly stretch and scratch the sleep from its eyes. My morning companions, a pen and notebook, ease me awake and encourage stories fresh from a rested subconscious. The flow is at its greatest when there’s nowhere to go, no one to see.
I love the mystery of you; you won’t be defined – Are you the end of the week or the beginning?
jojobee
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