Evening in the city, in the graphite-lullaby, each vivid hue collects their boarding pass for the land of dreams.
With a stretch and a yawn he made fell asleep snuggled right into me, he was always the big spoon, I was always the little spoon. Falling asleep in his arms was my safe place, my cocoon.
I'd always have a little sparkle of joy before falling asleep. I was that way from childhood. Bed was my sweet thing and it made me as happy as any other treat.
Bed was my safe place, my haven. I'd snuggle into the duvet as happy as a cat in the sunlight, ready for my starry dreams. I'd fall asleep in good time, either slowly or fast, either way I enjoyed that feeling of relaxing.
Falling asleep was one of the best parts of the day, there in the cozy blankets, snug and safe, letting the world of dreams come to her in its dancing way.
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