Night time is inky blue and smells sweet and old like unwashed sweaters. I long to roll myself in stars and drift into the sky. In this darkness sounds are amplified. Floors creak with monsters footsteps and I drink the roughness of the blankets edge. But I am safe inside my boat bed travelling through the stormy seas. I wrap myself in the infinity of my duvet. I snuggle and I cuddle and I curl and whirl and toss and turn. My bed is an ocean. I am swimming in my dreams.
3 comments:
have a wonderful journey, wherever it is you are going to or coming from.
You awakened something buried and precious in me with your writing of baby bliss. Thank you.
Thanks kruse. I am off this morning. Bleary- eyed, trying to remember all I might need for travelling with babes in the skies!
Enjoyed your clay pots yesterday - very eggy!
Hey, thanks for nice comment on my blog. Especially when you have so much going on. :)
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