the golden time of day he crawls into the empty pre-dawn space daddy made, flings his legs over mine, and quickly drops back to sleep. waking hours later, he speaks to me of colorful video-pixeled dreams. AdvertisementSpread Love + Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...