Happy as a clam

  Getting on a creative stroll.
So far awaken that sleep evades until
30 minutes left and eyes drift shut.

  Grrr. What is the point, then, hmm?

   Excited about all the new pieces
I am creating. So much that the heart
pounds out of control.

   Too much.

   To top it all off cinnamon is
EVERYWHERE! My senses are so alert
and my soul taunt. My mind screams
sleep because it knows reality is going
to hit hard come tomorrow morning.

   Ugh. Already here. Wide awake
staring at the ceiling wondering why, now,
do I feel the sleepy tinge?

    Oh well. *shrugs* At least I am breathing.
So start the day with tea and positive
prayer to Jehovah.

    One step at a time. Before I
know it evening is here.

     Happy as a clam.