Wow-Really had to force myself to get going this morning.
The word, "Heaven", unedited writing practice (taste, touch, sight, sound, smell, movement, body sensations), 10 minutes, go!...
Heaven is under my pillow when I slide my hand underneath into the peaceful cold of the sheets and pillow case. Ethereal dreams may make their presence known tonight. Toothpaste taste reminds me of angel protection. I'm sure to wake up with a head of halo hair. Clicking refrigerator, guardian of all things perishable like my wife's casserole or mom's glorious pasta leftovers from Sunday's family get-together. Night air invisibly wafts in from the almost-silent night. Distant canines sings their praises to the slivery moon. Turning over, cotton sings of...
The word, "Heaven", unedited writing practice (taste, touch, sight, sound, smell, movement, body sensations), 10 minutes, go!...
Heaven is under my pillow when I slide my hand underneath into the peaceful cold of the sheets and pillow case. Ethereal dreams may make their presence known tonight. Toothpaste taste reminds me of angel protection. I'm sure to wake up with a head of halo hair. Clicking refrigerator, guardian of all things perishable like my wife's casserole or mom's glorious pasta leftovers from Sunday's family get-together. Night air invisibly wafts in from the almost-silent night. Distant canines sings their praises to the slivery moon. Turning over, cotton sings of...