FromRoad · 80-89, F
Stories are fascinating -- they express at a depth beyond simple conversation. So skip beyond the reality of being awake--of feeling you cannot get to sleep and begin to tell your story to yourself -- include the good things, people, places and events that stand out in your memory -- be thankful for them. Tell yourself about your dreams and what you have always wanted to do -- to be --picture the details of that dream and make up a wish-story -- tell it to yourself and just enjoy you--awake or asleep.
Elegy · 46-50
I'm a little late but here goes... *gives tucks* tuck tuck tuck *Thumbs Moby Dick open to page one and clears throat.*
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
xTutu7x · F
*hugs* @ skymint. Thank you all for the effort. I loved reading your bed time stories. Hehe! 🌟
Unlearn · 41-45, M
So there was a possessed princess, who used tp spider walk at nights...sleepy yet?
dammnit HUG MEHH...
lovelyguy143334 · 36-40, M
Good night,sleep tight :)
Waxfoot · 56-60, M
lol its morning here
FeetAreFantastic · 41-45, M
Whenever I can't sleep I always start counting jumping barefooted ladies. But somehow I think that won't work for you.