All Wrapped Up
Like a warm blanket wrapped around my body, when I read his poem I felt a very specific feeling. Now I’m hopeful that. . .
Every so often it’s the insignificant things that sincerely mean the most. It was around lunch time when my mobile phone rang, and on the other end Wolfie was calling. Absolutely surprised, I picked up the phone naturally assuming he was taking his lunch break. Recently, I’ve had the feeling that he and I were drifting apart, with an enormous mountain looming in front of us. This afternoon those foolish feelings would change. This small gesture instantly made those feeling go away.
Image Credit: Pixabay Going to bed at 1 a.m. Monday morning and waking up at 4 a.m. Wednesday morning you’d think I was sufficiently set. Then why is it that all I can think about is passing back out? The first thing on my mind, when I finally became conscious, was this coronavirus and Wolfman. While I was asleep, I had a nightmare that my nephew who is in foster care contracted this horrible virus. Afraid of what the outcome was more than likely going to be, I remember waking myself up for a few minutes and talking to my sister Catina. My hopes were that when I fell back to…