Sharp-toothed, the night nibbles knowingly gnawing away at the hours while I lay awake sleep has already been devoured tantalizing, the debris of its bones are strewn upon the table, a platter array as uncomfortable as any unsettled bed
It’s winter, and it should be the season of rest since everything else is tucked in tightly in dens and nests but the flannel sheets may as well be hairshirts and the darkness a clever thief shining in a bright light to steal my attempt at dreams
Thank you, readers! Wishing y’all sweet dreams this weekend.
