the sweet pleasure of reading a book under the blankets hiding it from the roving parental eye open the covers to the thrill of the chase the light of the flashlight of imagined worlds for nocturnal eyes. A mere bloody sacrifice of sleep.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
the sweet pleasure of reading a book under the blankets hiding it from the roving parental eye open the covers to the thrill of the chase the light of the flashlight of imagined worlds for nocturnal eyes. A mere bloody sacrifice of sleep.