Sleep has been wonky recently. First I seem to be tired All the time since I got back from Burning Man. (that coupled with how long it is taking for bruises/scratches to heal make anemia a viable suspect. /sigh I hate that game. more spinach for me.) Last night was no exception. I totally crashed after dinner and slept from 7-11. Then I was up til 3, sleep 3-6.
But I woke up to the loveliest dream I have had in a long time. The where and the why is fuzzy but the hugging isn’t. Lots of hugs from lots of people. The really good kind of hugs. Long enough without being awkward and with enough strength to make everything feel safe.
Since things have been kind of yucky lately, waking up to warm fuzzy feelings is nice for a change.