A view from my room

A slice of morning light shines through the tiny sliver between blackout curtains, invading my sleep like a warmed knife does butter.  No sound. Eyes opening slowly, I glance upwards at my alarm clock and can only see the first half of a cerulean blue 7 – still too early. Thank God. Sensing my alertness, his arm wraps around my waist; the space between my shoulder blades, he graces with a kiss.  We drift off.

Cool, silver sheets beneath, the down warmth surrounds us.

Saturday morning, that’s where I want to be.

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


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