As the hot wind blows, the door creaks. Much too loud, I fear it will wake the girls from their sleep. Sometimes, as its eerie sounds crack open my night. I lay in bed with my eyes open,searching. Wishing, hoping, hazily dreaming that you will walk through the door and the last ten years have been nothing but a rip in time. A lost and lonely dimension. * The cat does not stir anymore. As she hums in her sleep at the foot of my bed. She no longer hears the door sigh, or my breath shallow, deep and raw that follows soon after.