Day 17: July's Poetry Prompt Challenge

Sun-Soaked Dreams and the Softness of Summer In the heat of summer, when the days stretch long and sun-drunk, sleep becomes heavier, more golden, more earned. “Sleepy Head” might sound like a nickname shouted across a breakfast table, but it’s also an invitation from this magical space; to slow down, to soften, and to write from the quiet liminal moments where memory blurs with dream.