We are a bunch of yelling, slamming, stomping loudypants people over at my house. We work things out at full throttle. We laugh, cry, and do homework on high volume.
Getting my crew down to bed is playing life-sized whack-a-mole, with one of them popping up to issue a new request every thirty seconds. Tonight, my husband and I finally bellowed in unison, “Get in bed and go to sleep!”
The t-rexes and pterodactyls stomped and squawked into their rooms.
And then it was quiet.
A hush fell over the house and I cracked open the fresh, uncharted waters of a new book. For the first time all day, I heard my thoughts flutter around my head. They whisper in my brain.
Night time is the realm of the creative, when the space around me finally widens enough to let in the voices in my head, those sometimes nutty friends who whisper in and out my ears and speak to me, “Dream.”
No one competing for my thoughts. This space is mine. All is quiet, and I listen deep.
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