Almost as good as a sweet dream.

I don’t mind being tired. Especially at the end of the day. Because I love to rest. To relax. To fall asleep. With a pleasant thought. About being in love.  But I know people who have difficulty sleeping. Even when they are very, very tired. Maybe it’s that their minds stay too active. And their thoughts less than pleasant. I don’t mind waking in the middle of night. Because I have a thought. One that I want to record. So I get up. And write. And that gives me great satisfaction. Might even lose track of time. Which is one of the nicest blessings of life. To be fully absorbed in a pleasant moment. Almost as good as a sweet dream. –Jim Broede