Oneiros
You died last night.

You couldn't breathe, we watched, we waited, we didn't want you to be hurt or alone when you left us. We made a bed for you in a little white coffin out of silk and velvet and your favorite laundry.

I held your head. I sang you a song. I waited for you to settle down. You still couln't breathe much. The next attack might be worse. I annointed your head with tears. You closed your eyes. I whispered good night.

We put your final bed in a plastic bag, it was a long way from the ruined purse you came to us in. We took you outside. We filled the back with car exaust. Pure C02 burns, but exauhst just puts you to sleep. You moved around, annoyed with the bag.

You settled down and went to sleep. I dug your grave, deep so the animals wouldn't find you. You were soft and quiet in your box. We piled fresh thyme on you, it smelled sweet. We taped the box shut so you could get some rest. Runes of travel and rest and joy went on your bed. We put a stone on top of you to keep you safe.

Goodnight Bris, I love you.