It's time for bed

justam

Hell or high-water, I’ve got to get up early

The pain of too little sleep is  a sharp 

hard, cold substitute for the joy of summer mornings

and plenty of sleep

I hope the day is bright tomorrow

I hope I can hear the birds outside 

the cats can wake me up with their purring

they can drape themselves around my neck

they can take up too much room on the bed

I don’t care!

I love them