Carrying the theme of edges and inbetweens, which is apt sitting here in a quiet house in the very edge of a new day, why a fascination with inbetweens? Magic. I think it all comes down to magic. The inbetween times are times when the veil between this world and fairy are supposed to be thinner and you are more likely to stumble into something inexplicable by the normal vision of reality. I have always had a difficult time sleeping. Since I can remember, I have done all sorts of things to fill up the time between laying down and actually going to sleep. Counting as high as a third grader can count, which seemed at the time to be in the millions, but probably was in the hundreds, was always high on the list. But most of the time I filled with telling myself stories. Stories I had heard, stories I had dreamt, books I had read and rewrote to my satisfaction in those times. My daughter loves to write, loves stories, loves to read. She too is "blessed" with that difficulty of sleep. I have tried to show her that to write, you need time to be quiet, to dream and tell yourself stories. In today's society our lives are filled with noises and busy-ness with no time for our stories. She has been given quiet time between laying down and sleeping to tell herself the stories that she will wake up and write. Use it, I tell her. And she does, she writes wonderful stories and while I could wish for her the ability to simply lay down and sleep that some days I dream for...in the end I am glad that she has taken up my love for stories and the time in which to dream them.