That is the time on my clock.
My youngest is sleeping next to me.
She laughs ( really) in her sleep. it has often puzzled me to watch her laugh in her sleep. My mother used to say, children smile in their sleep when they see angels and I wonder what my child is seeing that is making her laugh !!
I am tempted to get up and turn off the fan in Yaya’s room. It is 7 degrees outside! but the thought that I am turning out to be like my mother prevents me..
I am sure my son must have dozed off while reading his book and I really should get up and remove his spectacles..
I know the fire must have died out in the fireplace and perhaps I should get up and add another piece of wood.
Somewhere in the distance I can hear a bike..i think it is the same rider who rides past my house each night.
I often wonder what job he does that he comes home at mid night. I also wonder how come I never hear him going to work..
I am reading “the space between us” by Thrity Umrigar..
She has written..the secret of loneliness, how to live with it, how to wrap it around your body and still be able to make beautiful, colourful things..
I am lonely
and I am tired of making beautiful, colourful things..