The long day is over.
I am worthy of this rest.
Time to breath easy.
Time to return to the me that was before responsibility came and took over.
Even if all I can offer her is a celebration of rest.
Good night, Amens, and Sweet Dreams
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth