dream states
I am awoken from a dream by the baby dreaming.
"No! No! ...Mama!" he's calling.
I am at a cafe, somewhere in Europe. There are flowers. I have just shared a joke with the tall man in brown when I hear the baby cry out.
"Mama's here," I comfort. "Mama's here."
On such lies we raise our children.
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It's good to have you back at the blog, Kitty!
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