When we walk Joey hums the sound of my footsteps hitting the street.
And the rain falls but it's ok because it makes the roses come up.
Joey stays awake so I can sleep. He takes my hand off the wheel and puts me to bed.
Nathaniel tells this story.
He's telling a story of his sister.
There is a calm and the light in the sky is yellow. Thunderstorm weather. Everything is ok, I feel safe.
I am their only sister.
These dreams are rare.