Weariness flows through every careas she climbs into her night’s lair.Crawling under snug warm cover,knowing not which dream may hover,her eyes close to the sandman’s spell. Tossing, turning, and restlessness on the battle’s pillow front threatens peace in dreamland. The unsettling vision hovers, seeking refuge in a disguised haven of wonderment hidden in the darkened … More Life Happens . . . so do Pillows of Opposites