My thoughts, all on their own, decide to turn toward UFO's and skinny grey beings from other planets.
My thoughts tell me, "this would be the perfect place for them to visit, all alone in a cabin in Alaska"
now the thoughts begin conjuring up images of flying saucers hovering above the trees.
The fear creeps in slowly as I tell my child like self to count sheep and stuff down the drama -
My face slowly slides under the blanket, like so many times before. As though the blanket is my shield.
The blanket effect has proven to continually protect me with it's magic - a trustworthy notion,
never once has it failed against monsters, UFO's or other figments of my imagination.
I surrender to sleep, as the night becomes day I awake with dreams I can't remember.
I open my eyes. Not only acknowledging but admiring the calm that was previously daunting.
Powder fresh snow on the ground, the wood stove warm.
All child like fear gone and replaced with being an adult again, imagination in check.
I put my head lamp and boots on to make the long trek to the outhouse with a stop by the wood pile.
Noticing the stars above me and the snow beneath.
I feel foolish, as adults do, when admitting that my child self still occasionally gets to drive the car - sometimes in the most ridiculous of ways.
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