(Part of me wanted to continue this freewrite, but I also received an urge to leave it where it is.  I’ve written for forty days straight…)

If you’ve seen what I’ve seen…

I climb into them like they’re an upstairs bedroom.
The light in yonder iris that breaks is hers.
She invites me in
Holding the covers open
Then tucking me in next to all that she sees when things are blackest.