Pre-Midnight Post

     The sound of his light snoring bounces between me and SnowDove, echoing slightly...
     Most women would find snoring as annoying or irritating... where I find it endearing. He doesn't pretend to be a chainsaw, nor a lion or cougar... He is at rest. The temptation of joining him is greater when he snores. Though, as you can tell, the temptation of showing my inspiration was greater tonight... Its not often that we get to hear such a sound... Oh, but I do Love it. It reminds me of my time at my grandparents house, sitting right about the dam. My grandfather snoring up a storm from the other room. Now all I need is the sound of the dam...
     Don't let the small things slip through your fingers. They may not always be there... I try desperately to make sure that I don't take anything for granted... I do my best not to let them slip through my fingers either...
    
     Now, if you will excuse me, my Prince is calling me. Almost literally... Goodnight.