I have this fantasy that I play in my head about what magic happens when the house goes to bed. Humans and dogs are fast asleep and the house is quiet. The kitchen light that I leave on paints shadows on the objects resting on bookshelves. All still, no movement, resting in their daytime positions on the shelves waiting. They must have a sixth sense for when the animals’ stirrings have stopped and entered into their deep sleep. I imagine... [Read More]
