catarina wood

[Nanny]

Catarina Wood is the nationality of the language you spoke, ya think? and this can help discover who she is and her importance, perhaps.

shortly before bed I got out my nail polish bag. I opened it up and picked the most beautiful sparkly color. I would paint my car this color I think. then I flash back to 7th grade and hear my moms wonderfully condescending voice say that color makes you look dead! I think shes probably right and no one paints their toes blue anyway. I put the color back in my bag and struggled with what color to use. pink. perfectly acceptable pink. but i really wanted the blue. maybe i should change it i think. no remover - daughters!

as i was saying my prayers i was asking about my dreams and what i wanted answers to as i drifted off to sleep. all night i dreamed in a different language that i have seen but i don't speak. beautiful words i am calling out.  i say "whoa on play soon" and i was calling a name over and over. i don't know the words i am saying. theres trees. woods? i cant find her. i need to see her feet! we are the same! we have the same feet! very restless. i keep searching and searching then i hear "catarina wood".