Sleep waits, arms open. I keep busy with this or that and do not surrender easily into her sweet, encompassing embrace.  I am tired. The day's plate has been full of hearty nourishment and delicacies. To not stop doing seems a sort of greediness for more moments.  I pause after eating a certain amount of food, knowing there will be more the next meal.  Why not then relish the gourmet array of minutes digested this day, say thank you, thank you, thank you for the plenty, and leave the table.  Then after the days' abundant fare, I can savor the sweet taste of gratitude and the dessert of dreams.