in the land of nod

i sleep deeply at night... and in the day. i love the warmth of my bed. i don't dream often and sometimes i feel as though no time has passed.
is it time to wake up now?
all i think of is home. and sleep. all day.

i want rest. and you. all to myself.

humming

They exchanged glances, trying to recognise the emotions of the day before. For a moment each seemed unreal to the other - then the slow warm hum of love began again.

from Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald

silence with you

remember when we lay down in the road together. holding hands. either side of the centre line with our heads just touching. watching the sky. a slight wind brushing across our faces. and we stayed. quietly. whispering. until we grew cold.

hundreds of tiny words

you have a pile of books next to your bed. a little shelf all its own. and i love you for it.

out here's too cold and i don't want to walk it alone

when i was lost, you thought me a beautiful find.
sometimes i think of you sleeping, so sleep for awhile.


from Beggar's Prayer by Emiliana Torrini

sleeping too deep

sometimes i sleep when i should not. i hear your voice in my head. but still i wake to find you are not there.