A good night to you, perhaps

    Now feeling the blue embroidery of my frilly cotton
Indian night shirt. Hmm. A little paleness above knee.
Prepping for an early good night but not before I grab
a snack of blue corn and hummus. Mmm.

   So my dear friend do you approve of the soul
appearance? Ah sitting here giggling over night. Still
processing all that was done.

   My wave to you. Slates sliding into gray car. Relaxing
with some Kylie lyrics. Hmm.

    Still smiling. Too bad you cannot see it. Maybe
another day. Tomorrow I will be up early. Work is
before sunrise. The afternoon might be a quick nap.
Hmm. Perhaps.

    So I sit being silly, enjoying the blue corn and
thinking of being a special minx. Ah no one will see
but Jehovah. Sadly.

    Shrugs oh well. Someday. Keep hoping. Now
I smile once more and think big. So dear friend of mine
keep reading, keep seeing cinnamon swirls and
paleness. All wrapped in a hug.

   Now I say a good night. *smirking*