The Bike and the Monkey
-The stories my daughter tells at three… She lays on the bed. Morning light starting to invade the room. Her little arms resting on her belly, as if in a form of contemplation. She giggles to herself; every memory begins this way, every daydream also, and sometimes, her sleep is threaded around the same giggles of imagination. Her eyes glisten in the morning light, the way you imagine the spark of epiphany. With a curl to her lips, her head tilts, her eyes search for daddy, lighting up the room. Her smile widens when her search has ended, and for […]