I hope life feels like this—
half-asleep on the couch,
lifted gently,
wrapped in the warmth of the arms
the quiet care from someone you love.
Carried to bed,
tucked beneath a blanket of comfort,
while the soft murmur of voices—family or friends,
slips through the half-open door of my room,
a sweet lullaby pouring into my ears.
As I float toward the deep oceans of sleep,
I am not worried about whispers behind my back,
not weighed by the fear of missing out,
not afraid someone else will take my place.
I let my guard fall—
and sleep like a child.
It is only possible in childhood
Once you get mature and practical there are many fears.
thank you
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