An Insomniac’s Sheep

At night, she lay awake
and thought of a sunbeam
drifting across the wooden floor
from the open window
which she had drawn open

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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