I love going to bed.

I love going to bed. Going to sleep. At day’s end. When I am pleasantly tired. Maybe it’s my second favorite time. Next to waking. Refreshed. Occasionally, I doze off. At my computer. After I’ve written my Italian true love a love letter. So she’ll have it in the morning. But even when I’m with her. I’ve been known to write a love letter. I should do it more often. But then, it’s easier to commune. With spoken words. And I’m told. My spoken words sound very much like my written words. I’m in the mood to compose tonight. In my dreams. A sweet love song. Little wonder. I love going to bed. –Jim Broede