It was time for practice. Groan! I wanted to treasure this contact with my bed, feeling infinite gratitude for the eight hours I just got. With my mind and its constant exhausted state, you would think it was always solid sleep all night through, but no. My state sure does blow a hole in that theory. I want to control my sleep better. Perhaps with some medicinal intervention?
It’s practice time now. While I’m on the floor, let’s hope for a surprise shoot while I serve up extraordinary moves that will generate stories for years. It triggers some much-needed adrenaline.
I Write Her 
Lovely story.
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Thanks, Diana!
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You’re most welcome.
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I say feign injury and get put on bedrest! hehehehe
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That would be awesome! lol Thanks, Violet!
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Good story Susi
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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Oh I relate! Me and sleep are not friends, on most nights, and now I am sick, and it is even worse than usual!
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Sorry to hear you’re not feeling well! ((hugs)) Feel better. May your sleep improve too. Thanks for reading, Carol Anne!
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