helping
I had one of those visions the other night. The visions that are dreams because they happen in my sleep, but feel so very different from a dream. I was sitting in a living room. In the dream it was mine but I didn’t recognize it. Ayrie was sitting on my lap. He was bigger, limbs longer. I had my face buried in his hair, my fingers running through his curls, just like I did when I said goodbye to his body. He was wearing baggy olive green pants…read more