He gimped into the kitchen this morning looking like a little old man. He was wearing his blue house slippers and his bathrobe was tied loosely over his pajamas. Under one arm he carried the book he hasn’t been able to put down all week and from the other dangled his water bottle. “What’s up … More The Only Way Through.
I was just on the verge of sleep when I heard the door creak. Tiny footsteps slowly tiptoe toward my bed. Climbing onto the trunk at the foot of the bed, she stealthily made her way–one knee at at time–up toward the pillows. I lay there silent; listening….as she rustles the covers attempting to cocoon … More Seeking Comfort.