Thursday, February 20, 2014

Role Play


I fall into you
      each night a surprise
            never knowing what role I'll play . . . . .

                  hook in fear of the ticking clock
                        goldilocks in search of 'just right'
                              or perhaps the princess & the pea
                                
                                    . . . . . if I'm unlucky, maybe all three


Linking up with dVerse where the prompt was to write about a common object.

30 comments:

  1. Delightful reading. It is indeed a kind of surprise of which realms we will explore every night. Well-penned.
    -HA

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    1. insomnia is a constant friend these days

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  2. ha. i will fall into bed tonight....and hopefully it will give me good dreams...
    busy day...i could sleep now...smiles.
    another great last line too...

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  3. I really love my bed too.. my companion, my dreamweaver and softest linen hug

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  4. Something unexpected & a different turn, I like ~ to be unlucky is all three - Good one Kathryn ~

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  5. oh i hope you will sleep like a bear tonight... i like the princess and the pea but i don't like tossing and turning sleepless in my bed...oy

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  6. Interesting choice. I never really thought of my bed as an object before now. Well done. >KB

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    1. I guess that's where my sleep deprived mind went. :0)

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  7. Insomnia is not fun! You have managed to convey this in a subtle, yet effective, way Kathryn.

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    1. Thanks Gabriella . . . lack of sleep is no fun.

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  8. Smiles. I have a similar relationship with my bed...wondering if the night will bring sleep or....
    And then there's the dreams!

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    1. It seems insomnia is a friend these days . . . and dreams, don't get me started.

      Sweet Dreams.

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  9. You know, I really think it is nice that each night is a surprise! It would be quite uninteresting if each night was just the same as the one before. I say....be thankful. Smiles.

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    1. I just wish it would surprise me with sleep some nights :0)

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  10. I love my bed and it is here my imagination runs loose!
    As a (very) occasional insomniac - I can relate to the ticking clock and oh how it stretches those eternal hours.
    Anna :o]

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  11. Laughing, involuntary role play. Sometimes it's fun. even when it's not there are always useful lessons to be learned.

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  12. i slept for eight straight hours last night. something i have never done for longer than i can remember.

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  13. My bed does that too, I never know what sort of sleep I'll have. I just know it won't seem as good as my husband who from all appearances could sleep on a ship deck in a gale!

    I enjoyed this, went back for a couple of extra reads. Well done.

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  14. smiles - I like the effect here - there are many ways a bed can welcome one. A cool poem.

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    1. Thanks Abhra, I often think my bed has something against me. Doesn't like me to sleep.

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  15. HaHa! Perfect! The stories all too often creep into this intimate relationship of me and my bed. It should be just comfort! And yet, the fantasies I have spun while lying there! Great illustration.

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  16. Ha. Hope you're lucky. That's the best.

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    1. Thanks Myrna, had a great night sleep last night thanks to some pills. :0)

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  17. Sleep seems like it should be so very easy - just shut your eyes and wake up 8 hours later. But oh so very tough when it doesn't happen like that - when you can't turn on off your brain and rest won't come. And it all becomes a fight, a struggle instead of a letting go. Beautifully written.

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    1. Brenda, you describe it so perfectly that struggle. You should try your hand at poetry some time, you have an amazing way with words.

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  18. Love that you've chosen the bed as the object. This is a place where so much happens or doesn't happen. I am guessing you have some insomnia at times. That's when the bed can be our enemy.

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  19. So light, so transparent and simple, angel like poem...

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