dreaming

  • Waking up a six-year old

    This sweet, sweet smell of life itself—I breathe deep drafts and linger, cheek on softest cheek. No rush today as I lay claim to this moment; I am here to start her day and she wakes up happy, reaches for my neck, flittering eyelashes. But those tiny butterflies revert to caterpillars, her eyes move under…

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