Saturday, January 15, 2005FAHRENHEIT/65A warm, damp breeze, swept over me. There was a swooshing sound and I was startled awake. The shear, white drapes were billowing out into our bedroom. The window was open. I lay there listening to the combination of RG's light snoring and the pelting rain on the hall skylight. I'm disoriented, it's... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 7:11 AM Comments (9) (link) |
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