what if this life right now
is happily ever after?
with me always running seven minutes late
and wondering if what i just said was weird.
it’s a gray sunday, and i’m a taking break from my conceit:
spinning dross into subjective value, becalmed between sleep and sleep.
in my head, this musing;
imagine a fairy tale backwards, starting with the ending posed as question, and left unresolved.
Thank you, Nancy. Life! Love you. XO
Thank you so much, my dearest Suzy Q. XOXO