My boyfriend listens to the cosmos while he sleeps. Podcasts whisper supernovas and nebulas into his dreams. I listen to the dog snuffle and groan as he stretches. The clock ticking. The itch on my foot. The rattle of the window. . The endlessly circular thoughts that reel while I wait for sleep. Can IContinue reading “The Constellations of Sleepless Nights”
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Run, Write, Restore 