This particular sticky note has
inspiration from a lot of places–and I know that I am going to expound upon it…but for now in its present form, it is here for your consumption: 
Joanna was so tired sleep came to her like a desired lover. She tilted her neck to the side as if to receive a kiss, then closed her eyes. As she moved between consciousnesses, she slipped her hand under her nightgown and dragged her fingernails between her breasts, over her navel and just above her pubic hair…just above…
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