He woke up early, maybe around 6:00 or 6:30. He slept, snored, talked and moved around all night. I laid awake, hoping for some shut eye, fixing my pillow, moving around, finally giving in to reading, taking another pill and falling into a shallow sleep.
I hear him lift the dog up saying, “Let’s not wake your mom.” I think I’ll never go back to sleep but I do. The sweetest sleep, more out than in, dreaming, all dreams. My sisters come and talk to me. My friends drift in and out, all in a nice way. My Dad was in one of my dreams this morning. He was going fishing, just like he used to. I hope he is still fishing. He loved it. I’d be half awake myself, mentally scanning my date book. Look at the clock, one eye closed. I have another hour to sleep. I don’t think I can and then I do fall back into the half sleep with all the dreams. The room is quiet. The room is dark! Just the way I like it. No dog, nor husband talking, snoring. Comforter up over my shoulder, yum! I fall deeper, but still a little conscious and dreaming. Dreaming all the time. I’m fixing up one of my houses, moving a chair here, moving a painting there, sitting on the porch at my beloved Tollis Avenue, about to have a party, table all set, camera ready. Life is good. I know I’m missing early hikes. I know I’m missing early coffees. I know I could be with friends chatting about our day, but I just love my morning sleep. The sweetest sleep of all.
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2/26/2020 06:54:01 pm
Sometimes, because our dreams turned out to be something beautiful, it gives us the feeling of not wanting to wake up. How I wish we have the power to make it that way and choose what we want to see and experience. But life wasn't made to be like that. But still, we got to be thankful that dreams are considered as our beautiful escape from a mundane reality! On the other hand, I want to thank you for sharing this story to us. Please note that I admire your writing style and I hope to write that way too!
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