I’d like them back, please. I mean, you owe me that much.
I’m looking for my concentration. I seemed to have lost it a few weeks ago. Oh, once sweet, imaginative companion, where have you been hiding?
I think I’ve said this before, but if I could somehow tape-record my dreams, I could have some amazing and powerful images for paintings. They’ve been absolutely out of control, conglomerations of short stories that are insanely vivid and the movement crisp. A lot of times my dreams are foggy and without edges. I hear mom can share dreams with baby while he/she’s in utero. I tell you what, we’re coming up with some strange ones. We might make an excellent team for fiction writing later on down the line. Maybe once the crawling and peeing in the potty have been mastered.
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