“It’s better to oversleep and miss the boat than get up early and sink.”
― Elizabeth Jane Howard
I dreamed of genies and lamplight and was carried from today to not another tomorrow. Work and grow stretched. Irk slowly and then all of a sudden. Take direction and be lost. Sit in the light and drink water. Bear down to jaw up. A ramble assembles parts while a scramble intends apart and I am an ambler, plainly.