miniature memories

Flannel and the flag of Portugal and Rover mold and tapping furiously away at keys the occasional throat-clearing and shhh the rest are sleeping and a giggle every now and then "my, how much tea you have!" and lots of laughing always laughing green couches sneakers slippers socks tea for the tired girl who laughs like the sky and the strange creatures we all are when we don't sleep - it's the newest intoxication - perhaps i never knew myself well-rested.