
phantoms of the night
crawl in joints, throbbing
sleepless
© Tournesol 2014
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/31
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When I can’t sleep, I eat something with sugar, puts me out like a light. Bit of a headache the next morning if I have too much, though.
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That ‘s great…have not found my potion to shut the pain off and refuse to take strong meds…but writing has kept me company…and good company at that.
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Never give up and enjoy the company of your muse in the meantime!
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Indeed…we make s great pair 🙂
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I know sleepless! Not fun at all!
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At least I write and have something to distract me:)
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