Last night 8:53 pm...
tumbling clothes--sounds like coins too--rumbling in the dryer,
Madeleine Peyroux's muffled singing coming through the iPad on my lap,
wiggling down into the sheets from sitting up to lying down,
one dim light on while I wait,
with fluffy socks on my forever cold feet,
wet hair on my back from a late shower,
sore shoulders and muscles from a late workout,
my day's clothing left on the foot of my bed,
feeling my breathing slowing,
feeling 100% alive,
a combination of a long/satisfying day...
Nodding off--grateful--for the chance to feel and live it all through every single part of me.
the sleepy time gal