Today, I feel the weight of the night. With every tired blink, with every ragged breath, I live again those moments when, lying warm and safe in bed, I was not allowed the release of sleep.
The heater hums in the background of my mind, lending a sweet monotony to the chores that must lie ahead.
Green eyes plead up at me from the face of a cat, wishing, hoping, wanting nothing but a belly rub to tell her she is loved.
Eighteen months of joy and learning and needing and fierce independence call to me from the butterfly room, wondering when I will awake, when I will rescue her...
The beautiful day outside freezes every moment, stretching them out, crystalizing them, turning each one into a beautiful eternity.
And I sit, watching, smiling, groaning, stretching...
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