Happy Birthday, Maud.
I had a dream last night, during the very little sleep that I had, that you were lying stretched out across the floor like you always are, only you had died in the night.
(I also dreamt that somebody poisoned my dog. A dog that is long dead).
And then I stumbled across Crazy Aunt Purl’s death of
(Stupid Loggins & Messina. Of course, I cry at the drop of a hat when I don’t sleep).
I am very tired.
I love my cat, the baaaaaby, the bunny, the crabby old woman, and the friend who hears me crying in the middle of the night and calls to see if I’m okay.
I love the man who gave me the cat, who wants to be awakened when I can’t sleep even though he knows it means he won’t be able to get back, who can hold me and keep me calm when I panic, and who just wants me to be happy. And to sleep.
Perhaps tonight, I will love Ambien.