Because I said so

I talk in my sleep. But only the ones who love me wake up to pay attention. I know there are a lot of things that go on in my mind during the day so I can only imagine what goes on while I am asleep. It's funny how people who hear me talking in my sleep always say I said this and that but I can never relate that to the dream I remember having. A friend told me recently that your dreams or nightmares are the opposite of what will actually happen in real life. I used to have this reoccurring nightmare that my first love would come home married to a little Asian lady simply because he went overseas while in the military. I believe I had just graduated high school at that time so I was pretty much a grown woman but that nightmare made me cry every time. That damned Asian... I remember when I was in grammar school my male cousin who was bigger, badder and two weeks younger than me would climb on the roofs of people's garages and jump off. Since I was a tomboy I would join he and his

Hey Beautiful People, I hope all has been well, sorry that I have been a blog slacker. I have been writing though, just not here. I decided to give you a little something that I wrote a while back when I was having trouble sleeping. A quick little "love poem" if you will... enjoy.  i sniff  i sigh  i smile  as i see you sleeping  oh-so gently in my borrowed twin sized bed damn i need to get my bed outta storage,  then we could sleep together  because now i just let you sleep. i’ve stayed up all night rubbing you  just so i wouldn’t wake you when you slept  oh-so gently in my borrowed twin size bed. when you pushed me clean off one time  i just curled up on the floor and watched you sleep  oh-so gently in my borrowed twin size bed. you freaked out when i told you how cute you looked asleep said “what the hell girl don’t be watching me”  but it is then when i collect pictures the pictures of you that play in my head when i am sniffing  sighing  smiling,  remembering you sleepin