Jasmine
I could have been floating on a cloud, safe under a blanket of forest rain, for how loose my limbs were. When had I ever slept so peacefully? Not since a lifetime ago, with my Family in Canada, before I had glimpsed the sinister side of people and the world.
The crusts of sleep blinked clear, blurry lines focusing into my son’s body, sleeping on his back with his tiny mouth open in an ‘O’. This little speck of calm wouldn’t last long when his bright emerald eyes fluttered and he awoke from his dreams. He would squirm his way through a diaper change, not stopping until he had his breakfast.
I pushed myself up on my side, my gaze remaining fixed on Kaison as my muscles automatically stretched themselves awake. My satisfied yawn to expel the remnants of my slumber hitched, and my a
