BEDTIME TALES

Sometimes I wonder how I do what I do to my side of the bed during the night.  I awake to chaos and disorder, quilt and sheets a-jumble, pillow cases separated from pillows that have often tumbled their way to the floor. What manner of beast have I battled and defeated during the night - for surely I have won else why would I awaken - that leaves the battlefield in such disarray? 

And there, mind you, not but inches away, Woowoo Charly's side of the bed remains unscrambled. There is harmony and grace there, a sense of stillness and serenity.  It is as if the Dove of Peace has alighted upon her side and brought tranquility and calm. Barely a rumple remains when Charly arises to greet the morn.