Bedtime

Working late into the morning, sleepy eyes being propped open with little cross-hatch sticks, blinkyface bluuring reality. Wide open lion face, arms rolling and popping at the joints as gravity lets go for a moment and they pull out, out, out. And soon, going to lay me down to sleep and the face is rained before a closing catharsis.

 

Red mahogany walls, high and gleaming around the shining parquet floor. Ballgowns sweeping, swish swish sweeping over the dance floor, a sea of colors in time with their partners' tap tap of the shoes. Pearls and wine, a dinner ball.