dance #307, falling

dance #307, fallingFriday October 23, 2009


After midnight. I fall asleep with my sketch book in my arms. Pencil slips out of sleeping hand. Sleep arrived fast.  Light still on. I wake suddenly and find the dance. The dance is the falling that comes with sleep.

The rain chills the night air. Wet and cold. It’s warm inside. Alice wanders.

~ by nmyers on October 24, 2009.

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