Dreams of you, and you, and you
I slept last night early – a product of the continuing headache that plagues me and no relief in sight. And of being exhausted from the day. Tin without the structure of school was terrorizing the house – he pulled the shade down and broke it, climbed on the sofa, bed, and table, wouldn’t eat, and pulled the video camera out of its socket.
Breathe – breathe.
After he went to bed, I worked on a letter for my friend who I call a mother waiting to happen. She would be an excellent mother I said, providing a child a world so richly textured and loving that any baby born into her world would be lucky. I kept one eye on the bed while I wrote this – it was 8:40 pm.
Then I went to sleep and dreamed of people and places long ago that all collided into a fantastical world that left me breathless by the time I woke this morning. The encounters were all a series of misunderstandings and reconnecting and each one was more intense than the other.
Where do you go to my lovely, when you’re alone in your head…