I awoke to the warmth of sunlight streaming through the window and the
feel of deeahblita's arm as it lay across my waist. Our knarphie lay
curled beside us with ebony and hummel sleeping
around us (I have a queen and a half sized bed). I stepped out of bed and
took one last look at my sleeping menagerie of leetle ones as I turned into
the bathroom for my shower. Twyla sat waiting for me on the edge of
the sink when I emerged from the steamy pour of hot water.
It's Saturday and we all slept in late but the smell of the scrambled
eggs with mushrooms and peppers and lots of oregano that
I cooked for breakfast and that of the brewing tea brings everyone from
their slumber. I set the dogs loose into our enormous fenced in yard
while knarph, deeahblita, wuukiee, and mcc sit on their stools at
the kitchen bar eating and sipping and quietly coming into the world for
a new day.
Breakfast done I sit curled in a nook reading my book while birds chirp
outside my window. When I finish I meander through the house and find wuukiee
and mcc napping on a bed and curl myself around her.
The evening sky that night is crystal clear and illuminated
by the full moon that hangs overhead and we set out with the dogs to walk
the forest paths to the waterfall by moonlight.
Not many words have been spoken all day and the night is no different. We
simply walk and soak in the sounds of the world around us.
Eventually a quiet conversation arises and our minds begin to follow
paths similar to those our feet are traveling, winding their way though
thoughts and ideas. We sit and
admire the waterfall for a little while before we turn around and head
for home.
Afterwards we listened to music, and watched a little tv until we all
fell asleep in a great puppy pile. Sometime in the middle of the night
I wake to the feel of dee's hands moving across my breasts. I roll and kiss
her as we make love in the most comfortable place
in the world: home, surrounded by my pack.
My day was perfect.
I listened to the words of a small child once as she told her
teddy bear a tale of her perfect day. She made me realize that if you don't know
what you want there is no way you can strive to bring it into your live. My perfect
day still exists only in my mind, and these electrons, but I can see it
more clearly now, and I can strive to create a life where it has the possibility to
come into being. | 
