Flash Memories, Centerville Ohio

Flash Memories:

I was a childhood insomniac. Sometimes in the middle of the night, the quietest hour right before dawn, I’d slip out of my bed and drop out the window to the spongy dew-grass—and under the wan light of the moon I’d twirl, my night dress lifting up like a gypsy dancer.

Later I’d sneak back inside, the dog lifting his head monetarily before closing his eyes, and return to my bed.

what a strange child I was