A dream of being in box . Vertical and tight fitting and wondering ” where is the key ? ” Then suddenly realizing that the key is on the outside of the box . A few days later I , rather absentmindedly , drew a key . It looked like an old skeleton key and the center was shaped like a heart .
I dare to say that what lives within my heart is key to freeing myself from the box .
The morning arrived in an unbearably bright way for someone who had been deeply
Sleeping, One eye slowly opened so as to take a peek about . ” Alright then ” she thought as
she opened the other one with caution . All seemed well so she stretched and wriggled and
yawned . Images of tree branches were cast upon the walls by the light and a particularly
vocal bird was trumpeting with , what could only be described as , urgency .
She began taking stock of her thoughts and intentions for the day ahead . She dared
to wonder , just for a second , if this day would bring adventure .
…….to be continued
blchapman 