I walk in to the room, she lies asleep. She's tossing and turning, her face against the toys on the side of the cot. I move her, concerned that she may occlude her mouth and nose and smother herself. I re cover her where she's kicked off the blankets then sit and watch her a while.
She cries a little about being disturbed but is soon asleep again, her favourite teddy clutched under one arm. Is this her nightly protector that wards off the bad dreams that I fear already haunt her?
Who is she? Who was she? I can see images of long dead relatives in her face. Is she my Nana returned to me or the grandmother I never knew? Is she an old soul sent from Orkney along with her name, or a new being designed by the angels to heal and help?
Her eyes are amazing when they are open. The darkness of the colour like the sea on a calm moonless night, navy blue with unknown depths. Strangers comment on her eyes. " So big..." "It's the way the white goes all around..." "So knowledgeable..."
I'd love to know what she dreams, what she thinks... I'd love to know what goes on behind those eyes.
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