asleep, i let her sleep.
stretched
cat like against the snow
bank
of sheets.
the white drifts of pillows
beneath her hair.
i pulled the blankets
over her and eased out,
tip toeing down the stairs.
she was in her own world.
lost in some dream.
which is how she was all
the time, even when awake.
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