Most days now, I wake around 4am. And then I want to return to the world where I dream and sometimes escape.
But when I do wake, and the thoughts start racing, and maybe it isn’t going well, I am learning to stop and find myself right here rather than somewhere yesterday or sometime tomorrow.
John beside me in the bed,
blue glints from the digital clock
on our night stand,
sheer curtains framing the window,
the mirror on our chest of drawers.
Suka at my feet, her furry muzzle warming my toes,
the flannel sheets against my arms
and Grace’s baby doll under my pillow,
John’s cheek beneath the palm of my hand.
his slow, constant breathing
as he travels through his dreams,
and then the night bugs
just outside our bedroom window.
the palm of my sweaty hand
just so I can remind myself
who I am.
[In response to the Daily Prompt: Generous]