Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.

I am a selfish person. My children are asleep, their little faces tight with dreams, beautiful and shining with the wonders of clean resting. I pace their rooms, looking into their little beds, hoping that someone will need me, will wake and want me to kiss them and comfort them. My husband, too, is lovely in sleep, warm and strong and beautiful and happy since he has been spending so much time with our children.

But now, in the depths of my insomnia, I am nothing but selfish.
Who will come out and play with me?