All The Roads Are Winding

“There are many things I’d like to say to you, but I don’t know how … “

It’s less than a whisper and yet you hear me.


You mumble, half-asleep. Maybe you didn’t hear too much? I don’t turn on the light, before I answer. The darkness is good enough.

“Nothing, Carrie. I was just talking to myself. I do that sometimes.”

“Uh-huh … “

More sleepy-grumblings. Even they sound like bells to me. How can I be so crazy?

“You know … ” I start, turning to your side on the mattress, almost reaching out – almost …


You’re more awake now. A little annoyed. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Nothing, Carrie – just go back to sleep.” Continue reading