Baby is sick and I am not getting any sleep.
Sleep. What a beautiful word.
The soothing s leading on to those two e’s that snuggle so nicely next to each other, all cosy, and warm nestling between the headboard of the l and the p.
Oh how I wish I was one of those e’s .
And is it just me or doesn’t the p, look like the head of a man emerging from a duvet?
Oh sleep how I miss you.