Carl Sandburg visits me in a Dream.

Today before work I was walking down the aisle looking at books.

Since I began shelving books way back in August I have learned that many people have written many books about many things.

Every topic in the whole entire world has been written about, if not once than several times. I love picking up a book with a weird title and coming up with ideas of what it could be about.

I've seen books ranging from men on men love, the state of foreign policies, princess Diana, art books, cartoons, biology references, yadda yadda yadda. While shelving the books I understand the magnitude of writing, and the stuff people print. So even though I work there and should by now hate the smell and feel of some of those old crusty books, but I still get wide eyed being in the library.

So today I was running my fingers along the books(my favorite thing to do) I came across some books my Carl Sandburg. I had remembered the name from a certain song I play over and over again by a certain musician who I can't stop talking about, but need to because I don't think I can take anymore dreams with him in it. Anyway, because I was familiar with the name I figured "lets check out what his writing is all about" seeing that I am very unfamiliar with his work.

Another of my favorite things to do when in libraries is pick up a random book and open it to any page, reading the paragraph my eye catches. The book I picked up by Carl Sandburg was a book of fables, with an array of characters from flies and fleas to some sort of human beings called Hoomadoom, so the page I opened to was simply a short fable called Sleep Face,and this is what this particular fable read

Sleep face:

A hoomadoom man said to his hoomadoom woman " I like your sleep face"

"you mean you don't like my wake face"

"Sure I like your wake face. But I like your sleep face better than all your other faces."

Then she asked him one question after another. At first she thought he was fooling, but after forty questions and forty answers she saw what he meant when he said:

"You have a thousand wake faces and you can pick any wake face you want. But your sleep face is when you are you, and if you could see your sleep face you would say "Of all my thousand faces this one is me"

And that was all. From then on she put on a glad face and her eyes were like two lighthouses on the sea when he said "Best of all your thousand faces I love your sleep face"

This has got to be the best paragraph I have ever come across. It spoke to me, and I instantly wanted to share it with anyone who was near. Of course no one was around, and even if they were I don't think I would have said "YOU MUST READ THIS" so I waited to share it with you.

I find it lovely. And inspiring. I want my sleep face to be the most pleasant face of all. It was so weird it was beautiful. I almost couldn't let the book go.

Time to sleep(my beautiful sleep face nap), I am uber exhausted and have so much to do this weekend. Tomorrow I plan on going to the gym, I have neglected it for too long and need to get back into my work out routine that worked wonders this summer on the bod.

But today I will be lazy, drink cocoa and dream, perhaps even Carl Sandburg will visit me, I'm feeling all inspired for it.