milk dreams

flickering eyes

short bunny breaths

the occasional burst of a laugh

are you joking with the dream angels?

sighing in your sleep

are you thinking of me?

husband calls them milk dreams

the sudden flail

pull you close

two arms around you






*chalkboard lesson drawing of Jacob’s Ladder by Rozanne, the friend that let all 7 of use

invade her house ALL DAY yesterday. What a wonderful way to wait out a spring thunderstorm.

Thank you.

The thought of sleep is a constant with me now.

How much will I get?

How much will he/she/we squeeze out of the darkness.

The angel image flickers in and out of my mind during these thoughts.

This post is nearly a companion piece to my post on Sense of Story, the other blog I work on.



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