Genevieve's been having nightmares. She tip toes into our room at some odd hour, taps me on the shoulder, wide eyed, shaking, and pale, four inches from my face - she'd get the leading roll in any horror movie. Her nightmares are scaring the shit out of me.
So today I dug deep (REALLY deep) and found my inner hippie. Let's call her Sunrose. She had a solution.
The dream catcher was created, filtering out every bad dream that breezes in a bedroom window on an Edison wind. Thanks for being there Sunrose. Let's meld heartbeats more often.
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