![]() La Not-So Science Des RevesA Poem by Clarisse Nanoit![]() Something that happened to me today. :)![]()
The color of sleep is something unattainable, at least for now while I lie here on my grandma's couch, listening to the heartbeat of the Grandfather clock that's been here as long as I can remember. Memories of a day gone perfect so far keep my brain flooded, yet functioning, if not clearly. The front door is open, the outside staying out only because of a glass wall, but I can see the rays of sunlight smiling at everything outside. I'm tired, so I should be falling, but all I can think is How unnatural to sleep while I can see the sunlight! How against God's hand to doze during the day... Nannie turns the page of her word find book, the only noise I've heard in a long time. She's a respecter of anyone who's trying to find sleep. She made Pawpaw go into the bedroom citing his cackling laughter and propensity to tell loud stories. Doesn't matter anyhow. I can't sleep. This is all useless. © 2008 Clarisse NanoitFeatured Review
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Added on July 17, 2008Last Updated on July 17, 2008 Author![]() Clarisse NanoitGAAboutBy clicking on the link above, you can play a vocabulary game, and for every question you get right, sponsoring businesses donate enough money for 100 grains of rice to feed hungry people across the.. more..Writing
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