I grab some blankets for Ivy. I would let her sleep with Harley but the bed gets itchy. The chaise part of the couch is roomy. She settles in kicking off her boots and gloves. I ask her if she wants a night gown . I should have known she would say no.
She likes only certain organic cotton blends. It is almost like the cotton plants talk to her or something.
I hope she doesn't sleep in that ivy c covered bodice. I give her a quick hug and turn to the bedroom. I can already hear Harley making tiny snores mixed with teeny giggles.
I slide into my favorite long black t-shirt from Cats and creep into the bed. I hear the scurry of Isis, Nehko and Chaplin making their way down the stairs. The kitty door flaps open and the scamper onto the bed and snuggle between us. "Good-night." I whisper.
I dream of Bruce and I. I dream we are still together. I dream of us laughing and talking. I dream of us kissing. As soon as I get to the steamy stuff I see him with me then suddenly It isn't me but the young secretary . I try to run but every door I open he is there bent over , on top of ,or against a wall with some random bimbo. I can't get out of the building. They are everywhere!!
I open my eyes clinching the silk sheets. Isis is standing alert staring at me. "Bad dream, girl." I whisper and rub behind her ear. Harley fidgets but goes returns ti her usual grrr's and giggles.
