i can hear your little breaths. so precious and so heavenly. it takes me to another place.
your face so free of worry, so free of stress. so apparent of the reason why we are all here. offering a little source of relief. you, who are so beautiful.
where do you go when you're dreaming?
is it the land of milk? as your father jokingly says. and when you twitch, are you having nightmares? or do you dream of falling sometimes? know my dear, that i'll always be here to catch you.
you, who are so precious and so heavenly. you, who are bringing us so much joy.
where do you go when you're dreaming?
-kaolee
