My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream Not To Wear My Husband’s Gift And The Truth Was Hidden In The Lining

feeling my chest ease open.

There was a peaceful evening waiting. Dinner for one, a book on the porch until dark, the lock turning in the door, sleep arriving without struggle.

In the morning I woke to birdsong. I poured coffee and stood on the porch in the early cool, watching the dew on the grass catch the light, and I breathed in as deeply as my lungs continue reading …