writing

Unsettled

Tossing and turning, over and over.

Sleep did not come easy last night.

No nightmares or scary dreams,

Unless you count a mismatched outfit

While talking to execs on the elevator…

Just a silly dream, I know.

But sleep was scattered and uneven,

Like there is just something not right.

No thousands of voices screaming,

Not set adrift at sea, just not settled.

Just something amiss, something not right.


So, how did you sleep?

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