Was someone creeping down the hall and opening closet doors? I thought I heard the floorboards moan, a creature on all fours? Could it be my fourth dimension looking down on me? Pondering all I've said and done, lost to my memory. Exchange self-flagellation with a sweeter interlude. By not judging, just accepting bits and pieces I include.
caccy46, whose full catalog is here, is a mother of two who's been married for 32 years.