First dreams on it, tonight.
What a reach of unfathomable, infinite possibilities.
The purity of this virgin-like moment is staggering. It's almost holy.
Almost.
Remembering last summer.
I also have a new duvet cover and new pillowcases. They're yellow. Yellow is a happy color.
Remembering that the chosen theme for this year of 2013 was solitude. Realizing how true that has been over the past 6 months.
I'm considering going full recluse.
Just me and my virtuous, chaste pillow and my happy colored bedspread.
A book. Some paper. It's way past Lent and I'm feeling a strange desire to sacrifice something that I love in a spiritual manner.
A notebook. A pen. I'm slipping, slipping, slipping into another realm.
And as I begin to slip away- my dreams take over.
That was almost poetic.
Love me gently, brand new pillow. Tender is this night, and vulnerable.
Open the shades. Let me watch the stars as if I could touch them with my hands.
Lord, my prayers are many. But tonight I have just one: take this beating heart- make of it what you will. Allow my soul to take leaping flight- far above my windowsill.
And let this be my prayer tonight as I drift quietly into my dreams.
Remembering a quote.
"A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages." -Tennessee Williams.
"I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched." -Edgar Allan Poe.
You're up, brand new pillow.
This is your moment to shine.
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