Nightmares

Nightmares make my world seem more beautiful.

Sometimes I see other dimensions, glimpses of other moments in time…dreams, if you will.

Sometimes I see the ugly reality of my unending slavery and it makes me so sad.

My waking life is better for the horror of what’s underneath, helping me to see the beauty in my children, in small words and gestures. In choosing the waking reality over the dream world. Here I am safe.