Bedtime
Why is it, that even with such a beautiful bed in which to rest my weary self, I am always loathe to relinquish my days to sleep? I want to think and read and do more, and yet there is the foreboding knowledge that if I indulge my whim, I will not be able to function on the morrow. It's one of the realities of life to which I doubt I shall ever be reconciled. And so, as the lights go out, I bid you all good night and pleasant dreams and another day for doing what you love.
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