November 18, 2018
They coined this a quiet storm, but I better refer to this as a storm in the dark, envisioning a fire in the sky, I write for the world to understand why.
The People, coined by my 5-year-old precocious female cousin, not understanding that the others are our kinfolk, we’re suppose to love them folk.
But like the quiet storm at night, the lightning caught the eyes of the people aboard flight. And the thunder storm over Dallas Fort Worth, was seen from my window seat, descending post my red-eye flight. Meanwhile, the first captain awaiting a ‘clear to land’ light.
The nights are now often like those red-eye-flights. For the fortunate up front, you often sleep well during the flight. But if you’re on the 7WK K9 flight sitting next to her below…
You’d wish you paid for the exit row seat, or extra leg room row.
Sitting with her is like that child you (un)fortunately get a seat next to. Untrained for flight. Untrained to potty on her own, or hold it without a whining tone.
But I adopted a dog and she’ll always need me to potty. My lil’ baby boopers often makes poopers but her excuse is I’m only a puppy so excuse my bloopers.
Unless I train her to flush my two (2) button option toilet…sleep is for the weak.
I never slept on flights much anyway, I daydreamed mostly. Which is pretty much what I do at 2am with Kali when she needs to go pee. I often wonder what she day dreams about. Because I often hear her crying in her sleep, maybe that’s how dogs weep?
But what should I expect from a stray? Found so cute with her sibling. Dumpster babies, from California.
I used to be afraid of the dark. Both mentally and visually. With Kali at 3 am, she leads me into the dark, both mentally and visually. A puppy isn’t easy to care for alone through the night.
But if your kids wear crowns through the night, I’m sure they’ll be alright before the morning’s bright.
If you read Sky’s the Limit, some stories begin in the night, canvassing thoughts, of light, maybe dark, but you can decide what that portrait could look like.
All through the night, awaiting maybe a pee or a poop. I gotta clean that shit up. Without a weep, pride swallowed, now a compost bin full of leaves and poop.
Because puppies will always manage to keep you up.
So, I daydream in absence of when I’m suppose to dream.
They say, Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown…
But as the nights are like my old red-eye-flights, I await wheels down.
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