Thursday, January 1, 2009

On Wobbly Legs

So worn out was I from two thousand and eight that I lasted only to 10:38pm on its final eve, before slipping my Obama tee-shirt over head and submerging into a deep, thick sleep. Change, it is coming, my dreams whispered to me, and with a turn and a sigh I felt all of my particles sink further into the warmth of my husband.

1 comment:

nadia said...

lovely, yes...i lasted till 11:45 curled up with my niece watching a movie as i lay my head on the pillow my two dogs by my side..i knew..that i was changing and that i was going to leave all i could behind...

my husband had been snoring since 9:) but it was comforting to have this normalcy