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.
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.