When she whispers my name, my heart leaps but, I cannot go to her. I must not. It’d be wrong. But relentlessly she beckons me and I give into temptation. I’m only a man.
As my head hits the pillow, I sigh, “Oh Sleep, at long last I’m yours.”
Word Count: 49
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Shailaja at The Moving Quill has an interesting monthly challenge running. Every month, she intends to put up a prompt; a word or phrase or photograph and using one, both or all, you’ve to write a post that is between 15 and 50 words. Brilliant right? Go ahead, give it a go and for more details, click the link below.
Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′
Also, you can read the other great entries here.
Fuchsia Outbursts 
Oh! Sleep it is! Nicely done 🙂
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Thank you Rohan. Welcome to my space!
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That’s a great take n the prompt! You nailed it! 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Good one Preeti! 🙂
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It’s a bit silly isn’t it? But I guess that’s what happens when you’re sleepy… 😀
Thanks Shashank! 🙂
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And I read this at 1 am yesterday. Couldn’t find a better time to read it 😀
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Nice one..tryst with sleep…
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🙂 Thank you! 🙂
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haha! A unique take on the prompt:)
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Well I woke up sleepy today and for some reason sleep was the only thing in my mind… 🙂
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Dear Preeti,
What a novel take on the prompt! I admire how you wove in that reference to sleep right at the end, keeping the suspense alive. That is one mistress no man/woman can resist 😉
Thanks for a lovely post and thank you for linking up this entry!
By the way, are you on Twitter? I ask, so I can tag you accordingly.
Shailaja
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Thank you Shailaja.
Looking forward to the rest of the entries and no, am not on twitter.
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