hic vigilans somniat
A quiet Sunday morning at the store… Getting a few things ready before we open, listening to music and just chilling… And then I hear the knob at the door to the back unit rattle loudly, as though someone is trying to come in. I go to check. The hallway beyond is empty. The exterior door is locked.
...lying in bed this morning, I woke to the sound of the bedroom door opening. I hear my wife slowly close the door behind her. I hear her footsteps on the floorboards, approaching my side of the bed. I cannot move, cannot open my eyes. I feel a fingertip on my arm, just inside the hinge of my elbow. The footsteps move away.… Continue reading a sad girl
…and in my dream it is a lion that circles and follows me—a savage pet that, inexplicably, had made us his family… …I see a screen door opening and closing, sweeping its shadow across the afternoon light… …I see a four poster bed in a sea of boxes, an island of bitter regret… …I see my son.
