To Sleep or Not to Sleep
I have a love-hate relationship with sleep. At nine o’clock every evening, my household winds down. My husband goes to sleep. My dogs curl up and snuggle in bed. My daughter sits at her desk, heads down on wrapping up her homework for the night.
The dark room was almost entirely devoid of furniture. The only items still remaining were a single round table sitting in the middle of the floor, and the ominously large bronze statue of a bull at the opposite end of the room. The only light in the room came from a copper pendant light positioned directly over the table. And, on the table … was the package.
Save Me a Slice
The waiter brought the dessert menu out along with a fresh pot of coffee for the table. “Can I interest anyone in our specials? We have a delicious special today - Flaming Lemon Bar. Goes perfectly with a beautiful Summer evening like this.”
Hold My Memories Dear
“One more trip downhill to the barn and then I can take a rest.” I’d managed to haul most of the boxes down to the barn and stash them away up in the loft where I knew they’d be safe. Each box had pictures and memorabilia collected over the years we had lived in the farmhouse. Each box held special memories made with family and dear friends.