[stylist] Nonfiction, As I Lay Me Down to Sleep, no language, no sex, sorry ha-ha!

[Chris Kuell]

Hey Bridgit,

I enjoyed this--thanks for sharing. And I hope that eventually you got some 
sleep! I suppose you can take that as the sign that you've made it to the 
big leagues when the muse keeps you awake and forces you out of bed and to 
the keyboard.

You didn't ask for a critique, but some of the things I liked about this 
piece were your reference to the rabbit hole, which ties in nicely with the 
dreaming later on.
they breathe into the ebony silence, chiseling solid darkness  is a really 
nice line. I can't say why, but I love 'ebony silence'.
This piece strikes me almost as a longish prose poem. I've read it through 
twice, and it seems that the 'you' in the piece is God, whom at first is 
comforting, but suddenly isn't. The sound obviously triggers a bad memory, a 
time when you felt abandoned by God, then it's as if the fears and magical 
feelings dissipate and you are once again in bed with your very real 
husband.


Again, thanks for sharing.

chris