Early morning light
illuminates the bedroom
sheets mussed, cups of tea
on the floor, candles and books by
the bed.
She's in the bed, hair spread out
across her flowered pillow,
eyes shut, just beginning to flutter,
under the quilt that
keeps her warm, covered in
fauna and flora.
The animals surround her--
creatures from her childhood,
and some new,
even though she's far older now,
she still holds them close,
holds memories near.
She doesn't think about all
that troubles her while she
sleeps,
it's only 2am.
She's in places of her imagination,
places that teach her about life,
give her guidance,
give her inspiration.
She loves the lands of dreams--
her own Neverwonderland.
She won't age, not here.
She'll be forever 8,
unless she chooses otherwise.
Until the beepbeeepbap of the
alarm goes off, she'll be happy.
always and forever.
(c) December 2011
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