The day comes to a dark shadow under the brilliant, sparking night sky.  My mind in sore and my soles of my feet are hard.  After writing, thinking and reading all the day, my thoughts have come to a minnimal, mellow state of mind.  There is only one thing in my weary head. Sleep.  Blissful sleep.  healing sleep.  As i come home and venture in to my room, i feel the calmness of the air above my bed.  i lazyly stumble over to my wonder land of dreams.  i take my spot in the bed, and immediately am encased in happy grogginess.  Endless happines is what i feel.  i am in my own world now.  my world of wonders and quiet.  i am there.  this is sleep



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