8:216) Ginny Little 30-MAY-98 11:35

I treasure my alone time, away from the fears and accusals of autocratic administrators, the smoke and mirrors, the sounds of hammers, real and in my head. We only pass each other in the hallway now and kiss as we're saying goodbye, instead of hello. He drinks in the other room alone. I read in my bed at night till my eyes are tired and then I light a vanilla candle. I stare at the flame dancing and then out the window at trees dancing in the wind of summer's air. I hear a screech owl screaming for food. I hug my pillow.