Sunday, January 6, 2013


What prompts one’s unconscious mind in the middle of a dream as a race starter to say inaudibly,  “On your mark, get set,” and then shouts as loud as he can, “Go!”

From the person next to me in bed came a most exasperated “Good Grief.” The start of the race had roused me too, so I got up and went, downstairs, and I’m writing about it now.  I’ll learn what my bed partner truly thinks in the morning. It might be a long night.  

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