On a gloomy Monday morning

Much has happened. I’m not all too certain now how the last 2 weeks have flown by. A trickery of the mind? I don’t think so. Intervention by the Divine, perhaps.

Why do I feel utterly tired, devoid of emotions? Why do I want to lie down and sleep away the hours, dreaming a dream I had last night, to continue to dream and to see what happens?

I love my baby. She is the only one who gives me hope and comfort. I want to breathe in her scent now so that I can be alive again…