Sleep comes with the territory

In yawning I find once I had a dog bones are my favorite place to see where I put things away right now you silly little piece of pie crust over the surface shifting to create a massive catastrophe in the middle of the center of the beginning of the way towards the end of all of this pleasant goodnight.

I walked through the canyon and climbed the ladder to the top, scratched a picture in the stone and called it my home for a minute or two, like the ancient ones did, but the spirit did not let me have it my way. I can see the top from here. It is meant to be, and I will find it whether you like it or not. So stay out of my way. I am the master of all there is.

Be gone!