Or a few more hours in each day.
Or the ability to function on fewer hours of sleep.
How about no sleep?
Except that I love my bed.
And the chill of the mornings is making it hard to roll out...
I want a pause button...
I want to sit.
Be still on the inside and the outside.
I want to indulge in each moment...
but they keep slipping by, heedless to my desire that they slow down.