I wan to go back to dreamland: Sometimes when I’m very lucky I have the most wonderful dreams with my children next to me. I mostly find myself dreaming about them when they were small and I could still hold them in my arms – tiny little features, soft baby skin and smiles that could light the world with brightness and beauty. Those small child sounds so perfect, such peace and happiness these dreams give me. Then I wake up and realize, DAMN, I’m still in jail and my eyes start leaking uncontrollably.
Big Mama Bear
