I had a dream the other night. I was a little girl again, and I was in a cage with a huge tiger. How I got there in the first place, I don’t remember. But I was crying. What else can you do when a ferocious beast is stalking its way toward you? As the tiger got closer, I huddled into a ball and covered my eyes. Eventually, I fell asleep. By the time I woke up, the tiger was sleeping right next to me. He had transformed
from a scary beast to my protector. I remember not feeling scared and I went back to sleep. I don’t know what it means but maybe it was from not eating carbs for a few days. My body was free to dream again. And my humble little picture makes me smile so much. Everyone should have a sleeping tiger. Don’t you think?