Sleeping well Loneliness is a warm quilt to wrap in to dream of little things purring They will outlive me but cannot fill me
Time has outrun me on its way into the lives of others and their companions
...their sunsets over ocean their candlelight their whispers their tender touching
I don't know how it happened but like the moon wrapped in her sparkling quilt of dark
loneliness became me....
I dreamt about getting several more kittens--lovely little, pain-in-the-*** creatures. I didn't get them. Not a "crazy cat lady." Still have my old, toothless Hannah. Maybe another one someday.