Sunday, May 13, 2012


Less than 100 words? My run on sentence, over using of commas self took the challenge, but does it make sense outside of my mind? I don't know.


I sat on the edge of the bed and wished for sleep. It was a blessing that would not come. The moon paints prison bars across my pillow- where some are trapped in sleep, I can’t find my way in.
            I think about my sister, how sometimes I imagined her looking out the same window, at the same moon.  A world away with the same focus.  Now even imaginings are no comfort.  They are too close to dreams.
            I wished I were sleeping as I wished she would wake.  But wishes, like dreams, so infrequently come true.

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