kadyellebee

i like blanket piles.

a poem by kristine

blanket piles are neat

and comfy to sleep in.

futons are meant to be a seat

but i like to lay on them and grin.

when I can’t sleep

i might as well make a blanket heap

and jump on top

like a big flop

and count the sheep.

when i’m sleepy, i’m silly. but when am i not?

I woke up at 3:15 and couldn’t go back to sleep. Surfed for a while, went and layed in the blankets and couldn’t fall asleep. Surfed for a while, went and layed in the blankets and took a 30 minute nap. Now I’m supposed to be showering, but instead I’m making silly rhymes! forgive me!!!!