BRAINbutter xxvii: No more driving!
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!