as a child

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


As a child I used to play , ( in the proper home of sleep ) all curled up like a bean, with the wrinkles and folds of my sheets : fingers played as tiny explorers charting undersea furls and
Antarctic seams, considering cavernous conundrums and vaulting canyon pleats : Jules Verne`s Victorian dream wardens in digit intimate form a-twisting and cavorting `cross the bedbug flum :
battling giant monsters , braving elemental storms in vales of cotton-ly and eddies of body warmth , a-leaping and a-striding in bands of daring -do, cross rolling furls of tectonic electric bloom.
This was my counting sheep.

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Submitted: September 23, 2018

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