Each morning, you ask, "How did you sleep?" Each morning, I have given you, "Fine." But what I've really meant to say, in all these years of days was: best while you were cocooned around me . . . but mostly restlessly, through fret & far-off dreams that fell away to fuzzy shadowed puzzle pieces come each morning. best while the thunder & rain played chaos upstairs . . . but mostly troubled & only within brief intermissions of mental play, Life & Reenactments -- Act 1, Scene 20: a mother is reborn with the gift of hindsight . . . Act 2, Scene 12: (fantasy scene) a time machine to unseal a deal with the devil . . . Act 2, Scene 16: the plot unravels . . . . . . yet the show must go on & on, it seems best while I have your solace resting beside me . . . but mostly my Insomnia is just too fond of lavender skies & the routines of peace & quietness -- -- In all this time, what I've really meant to say, is that I have not slept well, as I am eager for our days & how they do not disturb me at night. -B.