Michelle by Geoffrey H. Goodwin
Sometimes, Michelle snores like a humming bird. I’m always tempted to make her stop. So I finally did wake her tonight, and she didn’t remember her dream.
There was sweat on her brow and she said, “What good is a nightmare if I can’t remember it?”Furious with me, as if I’d somehow taken all of her nightmares away, she rolled over and went back to sleep.
So now it’s happening again. Second time this night. Those flapping sounds are new. Where has she gone?
