Smiling Oleander

Blane says when I talk in my sleep, it is often about flowers.

One time he told me I shot upright during the night mumbling, “Pink, pink, pink, pink, pink…”

“Pink what?” he asked.

“Flowwwwwwwers…” I said as my head crashed back into the pillow.

 

I think they love me too.

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