I fully intended to go to bed early and get a good night’s sleep. I was tired and have yet to shake this low-grade fever that has been lingering for a week now. I made my way to bed at a reasonable hour, for me anyway, and after some very pleasant pillow talk and other stuff I won’t go into, I lay in bed, drifting off to the sound of something on the television and the white noise of the fan, very peaceful and content in my little world.
I fully intended to fall asleep. I wanted to fall asleep. I was tired.
But my muse had other plans.
As I lay in...Read More