Along time ago we were on the Blue Porch where I was sleeping. There's a bubble around us, or a cloud, mist by the stream. We're waiting for a party, We're waiting for Hector to exist & we exist only on the blue porch. Hector sleeps under me. Max & Alyssa just on the other side of the wall. I can look at them through the window. Then Sophie on the couch & Jamie in Max's room. Mom & Phil are in the Northwest corner in this house that seems endless and all the women are currently writing & all the rain is currently falling. Sophie's asleep with the whale pen in her hand. Alyssa writes by the light of the cell phone. Mom types, is most dedicated, gets out of bed. I dreamt I looked at the clock & it was only 12:15., that I had already slept forever and wondered why it wasn't 3:15 yet. Guess what, it's raining, rain is good for sleep. The porch is sleep, my favorite sleep. What if it never stops raining and I sleep forever? I gave birth to Hector. There's a huge moth on the ceiling & Mom is tying it the dark. It's dark, what if you fall asleep in your chair. The rain hums like the typewriter.  Wonderful words—porch &  creek. Love's in need of love today. I wonder when we'll start kissing hello. I'm trying to find something out about the porch, where it comes from.