Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (
azurelunatic) wrote2002-03-08 01:31 am
night
Sleep calls me, more sweetly than last night. Perfume of candles dreams me away; the air is soft and wet after the cleansing rain.
I won't have to wake, tomorrow morning; I can sleep as long as I need.
Spaghetti goes back to the fridge gods.
I won't have to wake, tomorrow morning; I can sleep as long as I need.
Spaghetti goes back to the fridge gods.
