http://slow.writerscafe.org/AshleighW13 The original writings of author Ash en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776351595 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The sound of rain fills the house, the day is dark with gloom. So I wrap the blankets tightly round, and dare not leave the room  I boil the water, steep the tea, I pour it in my mug. I grab a novel off the shelf, stretch my feet out on the rug. Curled up with my book and tea, reality fades aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshleighW13/1904717/ As a child I thought my mother to be this great beauty that I would never come close too.  Her naturally tanned skin that came from my grandmothers Navajo roots, and her dark curly hair, which fell in tight wild ringlets, that were given to her by my Greek grandfather, created this almost exot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshleighW13/1904715/ The sun beats down on my arms and face as I sit on the park picnic table, listening to the rustle of the leaves on the tree behind me. A mischievous giggle breaks through the tranquility, and I look up in time to see a streak of pink shirt and brown hair. Then I find my tiny daughter has leapt unce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshleighW13/1904706/ His piercing screams of "MOMMY!!!" echo in my dreams and I am instantaneously awakened. Leaping from bed I sprint down the hall to find him still asleep, screaming and thrashing. I climb into his bed, wrap my arms tightly around my son, and know that this is just the beginning of my real life night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshleighW13/1904702/