reclining truth

yes, maybe, a little, perhaps..yawwn..a daily encore of a reclining mind and body conversation. Nothing is of significance except the soft, plump feel of a pillow and the smile that follows with it. It's like sleep and sloth inspires a whole world of imagination. If only work made that much sense, sigh..There you go! So, instead of firing bullets in the air, it's as plain and simple. Work inspires nothing! It's time to crawl back to bed and sleep. Bubble antics of hope are not going to anchor this ship! When the clock kisses 7, one should be home, and asleep. One can wake up when the clock whispers "10pm, time to eat". yes, that should be good. Or, maybe not even that. Pure, uninspired sleep. Like a dull calm. Nothing else. ZZZZZZZ