Sleeping Sisters

While two little ones drift into dreams beside me, I, myself, drift into a waking dream of a world I've spun.

While two nestle and snuggle into their rest, their breathing slowing and evening into a soft whisper of waves upon the Eastern shore, my breathing slows and evens as I envelope myself into my written word.

While their bodies relax and the lullaby plays out into silence, my body relaxes and the silence blossoms into the narration of my heart.

As they slumber in the peace of the room, my soul alights in the fire of inspiration, and I am awakened in my verse.

I have waited all day and late into the evening for this...