I wish I WERE a little girl. So I could crawl into bed with someone I felt safe with, someone who I knew loves me and tell them my nightmare, tell them that I'm afraid of the thunder, of the lightning. And have them hold me and stroke my hair and whisper soft comforting inanities in my ear until I fell asleep. And know that they didn't mind holding me that way, they didn't mind me curling up beside them and not letting them go.
Ah, well. Just because you don't want to grow up doesn't mean that time stops for you.
Laters