i brushed my toes against my husbands warm legs last night, hoping that it would either help me fall asleep, or keep him awake so i could read out loud to him. how terrible is that? it’s pretty obvious that i was thinking only of myself at the time, and what makes it even worse was that it didn’t help me accomplish either goal.
as i was lying there, listening to him breathe, counting sheep, and trying to get the song, “slippery fish” out of my head, i was pelted with dozens of ideas. they flew at me from every angle, smacking me in the face, and giggling with excitement. as they threatened to swarm around me even more, i quickly decided i needed to go to a happy and calm place if i were to get any sleep that night. that’s the moment when my bed took me back to this river.
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