Where dreams seem to come alive and make me feel alive. I am alive. A simple little smile, a coy demeanor. A little giggle begins to rise and the smile turns into a crinkled nose, squinted eyes and roaring laughter. And the tears roll down my face because I hadn't laughed that hard in ages.
Weariness catches up.
Sweet sounds feel my head, children laughing, giggling and enjoying their time together. It's sleepy time for this old girl. I will slip into a nightgown with teddy bears and crawl into a warm bed that has extra pillows and a thick comforter. I have occasions of this and occasions of that and with each it is so very difficult to remember there is the other. When things are well I want so much to be able to push these feelings deep within.