BrookeClay

Hi.

This blog and I have been through a lot together: graduate school, first jobs, second jobs, cross-country moves, third jobs, fourth jobs, funerals, an engagement, a marriage ... and a divorce. 

We've learned a lot, grown even more and we're still adventuring. 

Let's adventure together.

Peaceful Slumber

Somewhere in the 1 o'clocks a noise emerged from the kitchen. My shoe habit has my thermostat dialed down and my mattress buried beneath a plethora of comforters, blankets, and sheets. Naturally, I squirmed my body lower in the cotton mess of a bed.

If it’s a murderer, he’ll steer clear of the sheets! I closed my eyes wishing my blanket could channel its inner Hogwarts and become an invisible cloak.

Bam. The noise returned.

I arise from my bear-like slumber grabbing the first object within reach.

Peaking around the hallway door, black stiletto in hand, I see him.

And. Then I woke up.

Kyla drank the water.

What are you made of?