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Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
She was asleep, that blond hair swirled like butter on the pillow beneath her
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.
tidy bed was a restful bed
A little girl lay flung back in her mother's lap as though sleep had struck her with a blow.
We lay on our sides, like spoons nesting in a drawer. My arm ended up under her head, like a pillow. She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there. - Kvothe - The Name Of The Wind - pg 629
It seems that I have been held in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world world, never quite awake.
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber,
Until I realised that it was you who held me under.
I sleep best when my head is resting on your delicate pillows of love.
Mouth sewn shut. Eyelids sewn shut. I forgot myself. The wind inside. Everything shut, and the wind inside.
I went to the bedroom and lay on the floor, so as not to mess up the covers.
I shall lie folded like a saint,
Lapped in a scented linen sheet,
On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint,
Narrow and cold and neat.
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!
I fell into a deep sleep tucked in that little cocoon, a deeper sleep than I might of had in years.
Right up until someone kicked me and said Gotcha!
Someone needs a cuddle.
The heavy monkey of sleep rested its warm, furry ass on my eyelids.
Sleep, sleep, my love, my only, Deep, deep, in the dung and the dark; Be not afraid and be not lonely! This
They're still warm, and I burrow into my pillows, catching the faint scent of rosewater. Truly, my bed is the greatest place in the world.
rolled down. As I
Encroach, v.
The first three nights we spent together, I couldn't sleep. I wasn't used to your breathing, your feet on my legs, your weight in my bed. In truth, I still sleep better when I'm alone. But now I allow that sleep isn't always the most important thing.
She lay there like a beautiful lace covered present for the troll with her sweet hands wrapped up in the red bow of Lilith's red silk thong.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
us in thick, heated towels and bears me to bed.
After you fell asleep, I moved the video camera closer to us. I wrapped my arms around you and listened to you breathe until I fell asleep.
Sometimes when I have trouble sleeping, I'll play that video..
Her head fell forward, her small nose hid itself in the collar of her dressing gown and at last she fell asleep.
It's up to the owner of a blanket to sleep on the blanket or to sleep in the blanket.
My arm clutched one of my other pillows to my chest like a child with a teddy bear, a soul pressing its missing lover to her bosom.
We both fell asleep wrapped up together with the wolves still lullaby-ing us in the background
One slumber finds another.
I actually enjoyed changing diapers and I enjoyed swaddling. I don't mind being swaddled either, on occasion.
Like I'm listening to a garden seashell for the echo of her take-no-prisoners affection, I lay my head against Mom's cold pillow.
Buttered, I lie on my single bed, flat, like a piece of toast. I
I willed myself to stay awake, but the rain was so soft and the room was so warm and his voice was so deep and his knee was so snug that I slept.
I was curled up in an old sleeping bag in the corner of the trailer's tiny laundry room, wedged into the gap between the wall and the dryer.
Sleep, elusive as a ghost, plaintive as a widow, and as easy to hold as the wind.
How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.
And sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such
fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain.
What a magical thing is the bed, and what a vulnerable, innocent creature is the sleeping human - the human who never looks more truthful or pitiful or benign; the curled-up, childlike dreaming soul who has for a few hours become an angel adrift.
Pressed against me, and my eyes fluttered open
Sleep came to me like a thin tide of water. It would lap against my body but never submerge me.
Soothe! soothe! soothe!
Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,
And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close,
But my love soothes not me, not me."
-from "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Hall nestled, stretched out like a sleeping beast.
I am trapped somewhere between consciousness and sleep; a waif-like creature who could easily be carried off by a strong wind, and who would welcome the distraction from her ravaged heart.
This time sleep came to take me - a deep sleep that all but pulled me by the ankles to the bottom of the sea.
Lie with me," she said.
"I don't know if I can sleep beside ye tonight and not touch ye like I want to," he said in a strained voice. "I need ye too much."
"I know that," she said, and flipped back the blanket for him to lie down.
Turned me away from him and fitted himself to my back so we lay nested together.
Sleep, baby, sleep
Your father tends the sheep
Your mother shakes the dreamland tree
And from it fall sweet dreams of thee
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy father's watching the sheep. Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, and down drops a little dream for thee.
Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?
Sleeping. The word came out with an adorable lack of anything resembling an L, closer to something you'd do with a broom than in a bed.
I yawned, which is my cover for everything.
I'm still sleepy, a good frame of mind for writing - the inner critic snuggles deeper under the silk comforter and lapses back into unconsciousness while the dreamer and I begin work undisturbed. I
Shadrack rose and returned to the cot, where he fell into the first sleep of his new life. A sleep deeper than the hospital drugs; deeper than the pits of plums, steadier than the condor's wing; more tranquil than the curve of eggs.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
The wind roared across the empty sky, the cold deepened, but Tim Ross lay safe and warm, with a tyger sleeping beside him. At
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
Fatigue is the best pillow.
The sleep which lay heavy upon the furniture, the room, the whole surroundings of which I formed but an insignificant pat and whose unconsciousness I should very soon return to share.
I slept all day, face down in the pillow, a comfortable dead-man's float only remotely disturbed by a chill undertow of reality - talk, footsteps, slamming doors - which threaded fitfully through the dark, blood-warm waters of dream.
A plumped feather bed may have looked divine, but occupants quickly found themselves sinking into a hard, airless fissure between billowy hills. Support was on a lattice of ropes, which could be tightened with a key when they began to sag (hence the expression "sleep tight").
I lay on my bed, lost in my thoughts.
She sighed, she snored, not that she was asleep, only drowsy and heavy, drowsy and heavy, like a field of clover in the sunshine this hot July day, with the bees going round and about and the yellow butterflies.
Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms
My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror.
"It's me," said a familiar voice.
... "Eric, what are you doing here?"
"Snuggling.
It's cold and it's winter and the world has gone to sleep
I love you, babe. And, satisfied, he rolled off, threw an arm back over his head, and was asleep within minutes. When
Hypnotized
I am hypnotized
Sleepwalking to the rhythm of your words,
Never wishing to wake-
Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night.
Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
Some nights I need to be held. Tonight I'm a listener. So nice to lie in rumpled sheets and listen. Cover me with words.
A beautiful nap this afternoon that put velvet between my vertebrae.
Comfort is a powerful sedative.
The wolf spun, settled in her chest, snored there.
I tried to figure out if I felt calmer with a blanket over my head. No I did not was the answer.
Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.
In the bed of suspicion, no cushion can make a man to sleep
He wrapped his arms around me. We were cuddled up like a couple of spoons in a cutlery drawer.
very acutely conscious
Sleep came like a fruit which falls into the hand almost before you have touched it.
I lay there drifting, wondering, imagining...
In bed by herself: adorable condition.
I was in my recliner bundled up in my terrycloth robe, a gift from my great aunt Maureen, that came with some sage advice: darling, after a warm body, a terrycloth robe is the next best thing to cuddle up with on a cold night.
A sleepy smile pulled at my lips as I rolled onto my stomach, stretching my legs out and pointing my toes. The sheets slipped over my bare skin and ended up somewhere at the foot of my bed. There was either a perverted ghost in my bedroom or Cam was wide awake.
Preserve me from unseasonable and immoderate sleep.
She lay sprawled across the alien's chest like some plump, slutty blanket, and instead of jumping off like a good little girl, she snuggled closer.
Hopped up out the bed / Turn my swag on
I stay awake all night. My knees curled up to my chin, my arms wrapped tight around my small frame, my long brown hair the only curtain between us.
-Before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.
When you are alone and too tired even to turn on any of your devices, you let yourself linger in a past stacked among your pillows.
What a lay me down this is
with two pink, two orange,
two green, two white goodnights.
There is no innocent sleep so innocent as sleep shared between a woman and a child, the little breath hurrying beside the longer, as a child's foot runs.
As I recall, I was still dressed when I fell asleep."
"Just making sure you were comfortable."
"And making yourself equally comfortable, I see.
Ah, sleep, clothe me in thy velvet cloak.
Finally, both of them fell asleep together with their limbs entwined in the eternal position of a lover's embrace.
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, with his martial cloak around him.
O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.
closed my eyes for a quick nap. A huge fucking
She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that ... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.