I nap a lot lately.

In my hammock and in my couch.
I'm tired. My last transition was
brutal. I lost a good friend, in
the strangest of way. No fight,
no drama, just separated by a
lake. It's harder than I admit.

We created a reality, hidden from
the world. Tucked away in the
mountains by the lake. A
comfortable world, where
everything was possible. Time
would stop for a moment.

But now I'm resting. I'm slowly
coming back to my senses, to my
healing.  The last few years were
pretty intense, with a cressendo
for the last few months. An
emotional storm of fear, and
lust, love and sadness. And now
a pause, a silence, a void.

There is sadness, but a calm,
tender one. The clouds are low on
the lake, hugging the mountains.
I lost a big part of myself, and
my soul, lonelier than even,
drift without a clear goal.

So I nap, and really enjoy the
sleep, the dreams, the healing
and relaxation. I found my dream
journal but I haven't recorded
anything yet!