i ran to put cypress & bay laurel on my wrists... 5 drops each. i put on my silver jingle bracelet... we are going to climb the ladder up into our tree house... we will disappear into books... together. now we are climbing... my wrists jingle with each rung. i am humming something that seems to be coming from the earth floor... something soft and ordinary... the ground is fading... clouds roll in. inside... we can just stand... here... in the amber cedar light... i place a crown on your head. it looks perfect. then we look out of little moon shaped windows... together.