One more sleep and I will be on my way.
I will be flying across the vastness of this land to see one of the pieces of my heart.
One more sleep - I am counting the hours.
The plane is booked, my bag is packed and cameras are charged.
The excitement is growing and the butterflies in the pit of my stomach are wildly fluttering.
I am only one sleep away from taking him into my arms.
Only one sleep away from seeing him and observing how much he has grown,changed and matured.
Once there, I will be counting how many sleeps I have till I have to say goodbye to him again.
Every night's sleep will be begrudgingly surrendered to my tiredness because I don't want to miss a minute with him. Every moment is special and to be stored in the depths of my memories for it to be pulled out and analysed at a later date.And than the cycle begins once more.
Counting how many sleeps till I can see him again.
But at the moment I am focusing that I only have only One more Sleep to go.
