“The doorway smells of lavender, of freshly brewed chamomile tea, and my doll eyes flutter, suddenly heavy, like silver coins placed on the eyelids of the dead. I feel the soft, dreamy tug of a gentle wind. Easy and quiet.… — Shea Ernshaw Copy Share Image
“It's like a fairytale suspended in time-the princess forgotten, the hero eaten whole by a noble Fir goblin. The story ended, but no one… — Shea Ernshaw Copy Share Image
“The doorway smells of lavender, of freshly brewed chamomile tea, and my doll eyes flutter, suddenly heavy, like silver coins placed on the eyelids… — Shea Ernshaw Copy Share Image
“I pull out the blue spool of thread and the sharp needle I always keep in the left pocket of my dress--because old seams… — Shea Ernshaw Copy Share Image
“There are books on Dream Making for Insomniacs, Sheep Counting 101 , encyclopedias on the methods of sleep, theories around daydreams and naps and… — Shea Ernshaw Copy Share Image
“I pass by cottages with candles glowing in windows, rocking chairs on front porches where people sit with large books on their laps drinking… — Shea Ernshaw Copy Share Image
