The fading of the sky’s light heralds the approaching night. This is the call to pillows everywhere to be ready to catch the heads of hair as they fall into sleep as the dark becomes deep. Blankets, sheets and mattresses are being prepared for it is necessary that they too, do their share. Prayers have been said, slippers slid under the bed as weary fingers rub sandy eyes of red. Night, night, sleep tight we’ll meet again in the morning bright!
©2015 Annette Aben
Annette Rochelle Aben 