The Sandman is calling my name but I cant sleep. A man ....even an imaginary one....whispering my name and sprinkling pixie dust to ease me to sleep has me a little disturbed. I keep picturing a cellmate name Big Tony standing over me up in Sing Sing.....daring me to clothes my eyes. Can we say voluntary insomnia? So from now on Im changing the spirit of slumber to the Sandwoman.....and she looks like Kelly Rowland.....and can sprinkle me with anything she wants. Uuuggghhhh.... now that I think about it, I dont think this thought is going to put me to sleep either.....but anyway....goodnight Facebook
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 02:25:32 +0000