Dream

Maiya, dreaming of some fantastic chase, kicks her back paws into my lower back. Consciousness flickers, but fades under the warm weight of down.
***
I don't know where I am or when it is, but it doesn't matter as I stare down at the helpless, beautiful face cooing in my arms. The whispy blond hair lightly covers the small head. The pale skin, softer than the finest fabric, is slighly rose upon the soft cheeks that cover the muscles working beneath them. While the eyes are closed so gently, I know beneath the thin lids the steely blue eyes are just like mine. The rhythmic sucking motion continues though the gentle breathing signifies sleep.

I can't feel the weight of this angel in my arms, a reminder of my sleep- yet I stare at this living being. She takes the gift of life and nurturing from me; my body provides the life that sustains her. I am instantly aware of the amazing abilities of my body. Emotion warms me; I stare longingly at the angel in my arms. The moisture in my eyes blurs my vision for a moment, for words can't even begin to describe the love, amazement, and longing that fill me.
***
The chase ensues and another kick causes me to roll onto my other side. I wake enough to realize my own reality, but quickly try to return to that dreamy state, with my angel in my arms.

But she's gone and I know I'm awake.

I'm dreading the coming and going of March 5, 2005.