This picture reminded me of when I was a child. I had reoccurring nightmares of a woman in all black, floating down my hallway. Idk if I was experiencing sleep paralysis or what, but I felt awake and frozen in bed.

After several months of this happening, I had a dream that I went to her hut (I think she was a witch?) and destroyed a glass ball in the center of the room. I never saw her floating down my hallway after that. The mind is weird. Anyway, great picture! Definitely going to check out your Instagram!

And those hands are way too big.

Why would they?

It's been awhile since my dad has been in my room, but I certainly agree with this. I didn't realize how much those small talks meant until I lost my last grandparent. Now I can see my parents are next in line, so I make sure to answer each and every phone call from them and I try not to get frustrated over little things. They certainly won't be here forever, so I need to make every moment matter.