the_cabin bijou white light, white windows, white walls. a wooden table, and dark blue cups, a clear pitcher with orange flowers. i had this dream that you were fixed and we were in a bright cabin and you could hear the waves on the pebbles just like when i was a little girl and i would fall asleep on the porch to the sound of the giant metal fan and the water crunching at the shore the dock straining against its metal tethers the screen door swinging wide on its spring then smacking shut and the light on above the kitchen sink, courted by moths. i had a dream that you were mine and you were relieved. and you buried your face in my chest and wept and fell asleep to the sound of the fan and the shore and the dock and when you woke up the room was bright white and your eyes were so green they were so gray and your eyebrows were blonde from the summer and it was finally okay. you were finally okay. and we were safe tucked away in my childhood. 051106 what's it to you? who go blather from