The savage delirium of passing sirens reminds me that new emergencies are always just an echo away. Sweet child, sleep soundly through it all. Navigate your dreams below the radar that detects death, sickness, and sorrow. Wander through your world of slumberdom, where grace is the landscape and flowers rise from the richness of serenity’s soil. Allow breath to follow you like the tender beast that it is—shadowing your heart, beat by beat, footstep by footstep; never running away when you call its name.