Could not sleep, tossed and turned
Cat woke up disturbed by thrashing feet
Clock said 2, then 3, then 4...
Would dawn never come?
Oh how I wanted to be at my design table
With scissors in hand
Fabric flying every where
At dawn I could finally get up and sleepy eyed
Trudge downstairs and grope for scissors and fabric
Longing to turn it into a gift of love.