My DREAM lingers
Across the day
A GIVER of meaning to my
Otherwise humdrum life
Like cosmic LINER notes
Over which I nod sagely,
Mulling and pondering
According to my fancy

Georg’ann

GRACE waltzed into the pet STORE determined to buy a VIPER. However none of the options visually appealed to her, she’d expected a WIDER selection. As she looked and pondered, her fingers rubbed the satin LINER of her coat, a life long habit formed from discovering the soothing sensation of rubbing together folds of a satin edged cotton baby blanket.

Once when she was about 6, she couldn’t help reaching out to rub a stranger’s satin skirt while waiting in line at the Super-X drugstore. Her paternal aunt called her a “sensory seeking child”.

This was the draw of a pet snake. Grace was looking for a particular sensation. She wanted the muscular movement of weighted, silky scales slithering along her limbs, neck, and hands in the hopes of settling her general sense of dis-ease.

Heather