There was a time when I bathed in a certain magic found only during the twilight hours. A stillness. A soft pinkness. An advantage over the sleepers, sleeping away the most enchanting part of the day. I was a witness to the sun’s first appearance with eyes not rested from the night before. Eyes, glistening …
Tag: 80s
Here’s (not) looking at you kid
A plan hatched, ready to be executed… (might be my fate after this night) Shimmy and pry the window, shut tight. Shhhh, quiet. Push flowerpot aside, then slip through the small crack. Carefully. Don’t break the glass! Slide window and flowerpot back. Feet and spirit ready to run away from confinement and toward fun. I …
Ding-Dong, Let’s Dance!
Seven nights of this! It has been fun and reminiscent, but I am tired! I need to rest. Every night, for a straight seven, the same routine – as soon as I fall asleep, the doorbell rings. A faint ding-dong redirects the plot of my sleeping dream. In the dark and in my current dream …