compression. dark cold days give rise to calorie hoarding, thinkdreamed hours trying to intuit the infantike exchages that sum up my life.

waiting still for my prince to come home.

engrossed in parallel sleep training universes.

the murky twilight stroll, the bath in a fall pool, leaves blocking my view of the surface. light beams dancing on my face. some blinding me, others giving me hope.

angel eyes following me everywhere i go. toddering now.

breathholding, then deep breathing, then belly laughing, then quiet again.

slipslide waiting room.