Thank God for a bed.
Respite received in the rumble
Tumultuous Tides
Business brisk and brief
Returning to the chamber of sleep
Thank heaven for a bed
Being alive not dead
Pillow comfort my head
A bit of tea and bread 🍞
Outside it is night
I surmise away in blight
Prayers from my heart
Appreciated Trance.
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