For a brief moment I look out the window, and in the night sky dotted with points of light, I imagine Van Gogh's Starry Night. His vision, swirls of stars suspended in cobalt blue, lingers as we fall into a deep sleep.
In my dream we have lassoed the moon and flown through the Starry Night. In our bed-shaped chariot, arms and legs, large and small, are intertwined. Together we are one, full of hope and love, brimming with the sweetest promise for what our future holds.