Incredible

Drift Away

My parents closed on our house in Leonia today. It is an abrupt end to our lovely life up there.

I just put on a night gown I had gotten from my drawers in Leonia.

The smell of it reminds me of home. Will I ever get that kind of comfort again? Picking up a shirt that drifts me magically back to the safety of home? Is that smell gone forever?

Should I cry? Or just rest assured, knowing that pretty soon this whole thing won't be so hard?

Ha.

The Gashlycrumb Tinies
By Edward Gorey

I is for Ida who drowned in a lake.

Yes, please.