They sleep, to me perfectly; I write.

It appeared Brix did not want to be in the car today. Nor did his parents. Together we drove up the state.

Forgetting I guess, that:

there we were, wherever we went.

We fought this.

And now, I muse…

A dream-of-a-wife

within a dream-of-a-life,

with our dragon-being-boy,

just happening.

I’ll take it!