 Isn’t sleep supposed to be restful and rejuvenate my body for the coming day? How can that be so when I find myself entrenched in WW II combat as a fighter jet pilot (on my fiftieth mission no less) or dragging my body across the ground as gunfire is all around me. Truly electrifying and …
My Unwelcome Visitor
   Oh this most unwelcome visitor in the middle of the night. Why does he usually stop to chat after I have had a couple of hours of sleep. Rudely rousing me with his incessant noise of silence shouting his presence. I sigh...we must visit for a few before I can politely request …
My whispers in the wind - Charlsey Jane 