Sleep, Dream, Awake

Just before he rose, before his bright eyes opened, I sat on the floor beside his crib, watched him sleep, dream in dull daylight and cool draft along the bare floorboards. I thought about motherhood about how time is a fine grain, like loose sand sliding through fingertips. His fingers still plump, soft skin wrapped around the vertical white slats of his crib. His sleepy reach just beyond his animal print sheets, balled up in nap, dreaming of lovely nonsense.

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One Comment on “Sleep, Dream, Awake”

  1. December 4, 2014 at 6:20 am #

    Oh so adorable. :)

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