Friday, January 13, 2012

Merging

Somewhere between fevered sleep and waking, I can't tell at first where the curves of my body leave off and the soft hollows of the bed begin.

4 comments:

  1. I think this is why I can't spring right out of bed. Have to collect my parts first. Nice, Amy!

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  2. I'm a few days behind. There are just so many posts to read in a day. You must be 100% well by now!! I've set up a blogspot just to make commenting easier. Maybe for longer verse. So much to learn. But I'm still me 'julesgems....' here or there. Love the toddler blog post of 'Toiletland!' Watching the all childrens' station with my grandson their is an ad for doing 'The Potty Dance'

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  3. Oh my goodness, HOW did you write in the throes of illness?? What a clever line this is.

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  4. This makes being sick seem poetic, and you are right, the feverish feeling makes the bed seem almost warm with life. Hope you are all well now!

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