MY BROTHER TRIED SLEEP LEARNING—NEVER DID HEAR IF IT WAS ANY GOOD! 😀
I have been working on my book and somedays I write late into the night trying to transfer all my thoughts into print.
Somedays my thoughts are lost somewhere within. It is as if something smudged their map to the way out and they are lost, wandering inside my head.
My fingertips hover over the keyboard, gesticulating wildly to my drifting thoughts, trying to point out the exit, wishing that they would raise their bend heads from the blotched map and look.
Tired and vexed, I go to bed.
The trouble starts then. My brain refuses to slow down. My thoughts decide to let go off the map and try to smash their way out, forming sentences and I hear them in my sleep.
My sleep is fitful and I twist and turn. I am not sure if I am speaking out those lines aloud. My husband never complained, so…
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