October 24, 2017 – 5:38pm
I was about to lay down on my bed in exasperation that, even with a clearly defined To-Do list, I’m still seeing more blank checkboxes than crossed off deeds. My body automatically made its way to the bottom of my old shriveled mattress, currently dressed in a shiny blue fitted sheet. Its color seems to hold a lite white shimmer in its folds and wrinkles that disappears at the gentle push of a ceiling fan, blowing rolls and miniature mountains through the cloth surface. In the right mood, it became a mirrored pallet left silently beneath a stretching expanse of crisp blue sky and the apathetic saunter of pure-white fluffy clouds. My bedsheets look like the sky.


I could read this over and over and over ❤️
Thank you!