Looking back I see my shoulder...no further back, that's better. I remember sitting on a cosy bed, blanket pulled up with pillow manipulated into the right position. Reading and digesting the story, completely involved. And then, impercetibly by nodding and snoozing degrees, allowing the book to gently rest on my chin, chest or thereabouts. And sleep. Droolin' contentedly on the moistening pages.
Nowadays. Lay on the same bed. Cuddle the same blankets and snuggle your pillows.Then, as sleep beckons and the Kindle slowly moves forward...whack...into your teeth and chin and awake you are, with a start and swift check to see if everything is in the right place. Progress.
Nowadays. Lay on the same bed. Cuddle the same blankets and snuggle your pillows.Then, as sleep beckons and the Kindle slowly moves forward...whack...into your teeth and chin and awake you are, with a start and swift check to see if everything is in the right place. Progress.
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