What is it that fuels us to keep us going?
The intrigue.
The mystery.
The unknown.
The suspense of an exciting life.
Of espionage.
Of spy-games.
Of heroism.
Or perhaps of strange habits.
Of laziness. sleepiness. drowsiness.
Ah…the complexities of such.
Is it the comfort? The snugglishness? The security?
I simply call it the JOY.
The joy of sleep. Of the blanket. Of the pillows. Of my toys.
Of going UNDERCOVER.
