Dreams

As a child I used to dream of nightmarish things. The tension in the house absorbed by osmosis at night. I had to self sooth to sleep. By bending my hand back to allow my lips to gently rub the fine hairs they found there. While pregnant new dreams came. This time all peaceful and quiet. I was suspended in deep water. Whales with babes would swim by. Look me in the eye, yet unafraid was I. Just wonderous at the spectacle I was allowed to witness. While the baby kicks were vigerous. Now, alone again, various men appear. My sexual dreams are really weird. Always disappointed on wakening, to realise it was not real. In fact, I did not get a feel. Still, I keep a happy face. Because the fun is in the chase. And I have peace to dream.