Three Dreams of False
Last night, I finally escaped my nightmare life into sleep about 2 am. The jacket I'd balled into a pillow is still sodden with tears. My heart aches, I long to hold my baby in my arms to take my big 16 year-old on my lap, hold her and rock her. Comfort her. Love her. She is my child.While I slept on the couch, I had three dreams - dreams of things that were not to be trusted.
