Just what I need
Typically, I’m quiet while I write. When things go well, time recedes, and I find myself in a whole other mental world. I regain my senses hours later. When things go not so well, I
must do something different. I don’t detect it, but Lilly does. Maybe my breathing changes. Maybe my body posture shifts. I’m not sure, but she’ll seek me out in these moments and try to crawl in my
lap for some kissing and cuddling. …
