Diving in to slumber

Head first in to the pillow, Limbs stretched across fresh linen, My body carressed by the comfort of a duvet, Inhaling the meadow scent of the washing powder, Eyes embracing closure, jaw stretching and a sharp breath drawn, The conscious resting while the sub concious invests its imagination.


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