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This is Where Dreams are Made
This is where dreams are made. In the early morning – at 2am, 3am, 4am, 5am. In a separate room from your husband, the lamp on all night. Baby against your breast. You absorbing the strange sounds she makes in her sleep. Dreams are made when you’re wishing that you too could sleep. The tiredness…
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Decibel Levels
Scene: Pushing Lila’s stroller one cold autumn day, on the way to see the pediatricianLila: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!Translation: Dammit! I was sleeping! And now I’m cold! I hate my stupid stroller! What’s with all the cobblestones? Ouch! I said, careful!Decibel level: 85dB (comparable to noise of city traffic from inside a car) Scene: Lying on the doctor’s table while doctor and mother…
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Because We Separate Like Ripples on a Blank Shore
It always was, from the very start, something very abstract. A concept. A mirage. Something that makes you go, “I can’t say for sure, but it’s probably in there…” Suddenly, I look down and instead of seeing my legs I see only the tips of my feet and my belly button pushing its way out.…
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Stairs & Steps
Stairs have become my enemy. Every day : 7 flights of stairs, 4 flights of escalators, and half the time, the escalators don’t work. I drag myself out of bed, and immediately, stairs plague my mind. Sunday nights, I dream of stairs. Inside the metro, I lean my head against the glass and dread approaching…