The fight raged on downstairs long after the rest of the town had gone to sleep. The little girl took her usual way out, climbing from her bedroom window and up onto the icy rooftop.

There she could watch the stars in peace and know that no one would even notice she was gone, no one would see her up here because they never bothered to raise their eyes to the skies.

She had no idea, that every time she did this, she left a little piece of herself out there in the stars, and a little bit less of her made the slippery journey back down the tiles and the drainpipe into the house.

Still illustrating dreams I have had, this one some years ago. Thanks for those of you who commented so kindly on my last dream image. Working with dreams can be fun, can be hard work and can be tremendously healing. This little girl was eventually led to safety and warmth, though she still gets a dreamy faraway look in her eyes when things get tough or
people shout too loud.