Huggies & Kisses

There are times when I wake up at 3 AM with my mind full of original and wonderful things to write. It flows with poetry, articles, witty things that my children could read years from now and think, "Wow, mom was a great writer!". Of course, I drift back to sleep as quickly as I had drifted out of it, and when I wake up in the morning, refreshed (or not), those words have been stolen by the dream thieves. I imagine their dream friends complimenting them on their writings, and I wonder if they feel guilty that they stold my words.