Love & Monsters
The night was filled with strange dreams. Unfamiliar places, monsters, old loves and sorrows. The day is pale, now. Yesterday’s snow pulling back to the sheltered spots, fading down to water, then to mud. My heart feels fluttery, my body sore — as if I have been working long at some task. The sound from outside is a pale wash. It echos the dreams that still cling to me. I feel weak.