Beautiful day. Outside gathering.
A child laughs above you.
A hostile force appears. A toast
offered.
You know the threat when you
hear it. Time to flee again.
But there is a precious item.
You’ve left it inside.
So now you are here, looking.
Looking for it.
Don’t want to leave *that* behind…
I dream like this…
Friend! You found me out. A dream of this nature was most definitely the fuel for this morning’s post. Writing it down was the first time it struck me how often I have this kind. Grateful to be in excellent company here. Cheers to that : )
Menacing!