Dreaming
I am not one to remember my dreams.
That is still mostly true now that I'm pregnant. But I am remembering bits and pieces, more than I usually do.
Last night it was a head of soft, red curls that was cradled in the crook of my arm. No gender attached, just the soft, red curls.
I find myself wistful, hopeful, and longing.
That is still mostly true now that I'm pregnant. But I am remembering bits and pieces, more than I usually do.
Last night it was a head of soft, red curls that was cradled in the crook of my arm. No gender attached, just the soft, red curls.
I find myself wistful, hopeful, and longing.