Dreams within the heart:

A short story I wrote for my son who doesn’t like to go to bed at night.

Every time I think everything will be alright how some way I get brought back to how much pain we caused each other.

A love poem.

About what some army wife’s/girlfriends/husbands/boyfriends may feel when they go to sleep each night without him/her….but in a girls point of view.

Love and dreams:

Poetry, I thought of last night.

Sometimes I think of death,
not in a morbid way, but it’s
almost as if I daydream about
what it will feel like to be only
a memory, an image trapped
in a photograph tucked in a
wallet, or maybe under a pillow.

I feel very deeply for my hat. We’re friends. Don’t judge me.

You have to try these pillows.