WOW... my darling, why do you spring these on me... and now your tucked in bed. There's way to many thoughts you've left dangling in my head. I think if you do this again I'm going to wake you up instead... of sitting here wandering through my dreamy head.
Sleep tight my dearest sweet.
If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)
[This message has been edited by lucky (edited 05-02-2000).]