Don’t tell me I’m wrong
When I say “No more, thank you”
I want tomorrow
n.b. Waking up feeling muzzy, a nasty taste in the mouth, dehydrated with headache and a bit grumpy from a broken night’s sleep is rubbish.
Give me a gentle sleep that carries me to sunrise, the beauty of a new day and all its possibilities.
I am learning the power of “No” to be able to say “Yes!”
With eternal thanks to BTW.