Sandman bags weigh heavy on my lids, as they slowly droop closed. Airy dreams fill my head with beautiful wishes. The imbalance rocks my wooden shoe, throwing me overboard into a crystal river.
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three…
~ Eugene Field, excerpt from Wynken, Blynken and Nod