I am not sleeping because I have no need for dreaming.
In one month I'll be (one times two is one) and that's a good thing.
I have grown to appreciate the absurdities: one hundred and ten tiny flowers sprouting from bubble wands; the purposeful folding of a table napkin (is it white or eggshell?); should the hem be one or two inches shorter?; grand entrance and get-away; nail polish color; the height of a centerpiece ...
I don't even remember how write because all I do is build this fast-approaching wedding, piece by glue-gunned piece.
In the fall I might remember I am a writer. I might pick up a notebook and recognize the blankness of the space between the lines. Right now I'm a fiance. And in a month I'll be a wife.
Don't say those words out loud. I might wake up :)
