Nine years old. Gasping, gaping, fighting sweat-soaked blankets and leering monsters disguised in stuffed animals.Sucking, shrieks become moans in my throat. Blinding sweet light covers cool smooth sweetness.A dream a dream.Twelve.Summer Camp.Shame of staying, fear of dreaming.Extra sleepwear changes. Ipod audiobooks of homeand thesePodcast 1Breathe In.Hold it.Aaaaaaand,out.Podcast 2Fall BackRest into the rhythmof sleep.Podcast 3[Brahms]
LOL! Awesome, B.I was going to write one... but my brain is fried. crispy.
Yeah - it was awesome, B!(I'm fried today, too. 15+ hours of working the election polls yesterday can do it to ya!)But I am really glad to see your post today!