Between Bruises and Blooms

It’s funny.

The loudest child
always becomes
the quietest sleeper.

The same baby who spent the day redecorating the living room with toys,

trying to eat dog food,

and laughing while making terrible decisions…

now snores softly with one hand wrapped around my shirt.

Like she doesn’t spend her waking hours

plotting against the very concept of peace.

Sleep turns

Goosifer

back into

Gabby Goose.

Until morning.

Then…

all bets are off. 🪿😈💜