Walking through yawns

         As though I could attempt to fall asleep now.
Just waiting for the chill to wear off. Ready for
something to tire me out.

        Oh how reading, listening to music energizes
me. Ah yes only couple things could wear down this
paleness. Thinking too much perhaps.

        Now a yawn finally escapes pale rosy lips.
A soft chuckle soon afterwards.

       I hope sleep did find you, even if only for
a couple of hours. Smirk. Such a minx now. Falling
down into my spirit is the quirkiness.

       So entertain yourself with freckled pales decorated
by pinks and reds. Embroidered flowers of copper
and long braids tugging the slender column covering
spine.

       Hmm. Yes a soothing moment of tea and plenty
off laughter to fall open into the wind as I dance
outside. Dashing and being daring for a moment.
Just to see a smile once more.

       Call me crazy. Call me quirky. Call me
breathtaking. For all these I am. Even more so just
say shh upon your fingers. Smile and hold onto
an amazing moment.

       Recall how the wind was kind. How shock can
be held deep inside bright cornflower blues. Would
you believe?

       Here. Dancing I curtsy to you. Swinging myself
into an imaginary waltz. Yes slowly sleep follows
me down the hallway. One by one the twirls brings
upon giggles. Soon I end up in a warmly lit wedgwood
blue room.

       Under the covers I dive. Giggling. Tucking myself,
wedging my paleness deep under warm silk and satin.
Silly me blows a kiss into the wind for the gracious
gift of surprises and kindness.

      Now I pray and hold onto a hope. Placing it
deep inside a memory to recall inside a dreamy
moment.

      Pressing my fore finger into my puckered lips,
shh good night dear one. Now laying down my head
surrounded by copper red strands. Curling up into
my ball, I fall asleep whispering a hope for you.

               Smiling well into my sleep I go.
                     Night night. Dear decadent friend.