the sweet sweet nectar
of sleep
to bathe in dreams
afloat on, unsinking tide
crave the reprieve
from daily plight

the precipice of this piece, working late every day mostly, not a complaint… um, ok a little one, but I am not totally burnt like I was 2 weeks ago, I think my boss knew I was legit ready to quit, even after a 20 year stint, seriously it was that bad, my boss loves to fly by the seat of his pants, and it got him where he is… but there is not always a one size fits all man, sometimes a left turn is required, but when you are wired and found the goose with that golden egg? I get it is hard to deviate from that especially at his age (75)… anyway, this was like a little fever dream, I was not exhausted, just dreaming of curling up in my bougie bed setup, duvet, comforter, thousand thread pillows the size of a Vdoubleu, the kind of pillow you can melt into in a fancy hotel, it’s worth the investment to sleep on such butter, trust me on that note, but the posture, the thought washed over me, good sleep, when you are a little older, is a commodity worth more than a thousand coins of pure gold, even though you would take the gold most days, there are times an armada of treasure laden ships could sink in a hurricane while you drift off in your domain – worth the price to see the prize disappear into the tides…