Saturday, December 15, 2012

it's true that it's a story.

she takes a long nap in the late afternoon,
resting dilated pupils and tired eyes,
and when she wakes up,
she tells me:

"I had a dream that I walked your dog.

and when we got going,
he was so scared,
shaking like a tree branch in a windstorm,
but we kept going.

after a little while, he calmed down,
his eyes drifting from over his shoulder to down the road,
and he started getting so excited about the path we were on,
looking forward to what was coming."

I sipped my coffee,
nodded,
and thought:

"yeah,
that sounds about right."

2 comments:

Waif13 said...

Please write more often

Anonymous said...

You're an amazing writer.