Mornings Like This


I had a dream

You walked up to me and I was surprised

What are you doing here as we embraced

Where were we you know how dreams can be

It didn’t matter

It was just good to see you

All so clear as you looked at me

Then I woke with a start. Twenty minutes had passed since the alarm rang. It could’ve been worse but as I looked at the cell an expletive slipped out. Up I leapt, into the shower I darted scrubbing myself triple speed though thorough. Running around in my towel I completed the morning routine, every last thing. Even grabbed stragglers left behind in the dryer to fold, am I insane, I had no extra time to spare but I did it anyway besides weeding clothing out of a dresser drawer to contribute elsewhere as I organized socks. Someone stop me! Into new shoes, am I insane again, but I couldn’t resist the thought of dry feet for a change instead of suede soaking up dew as I crossed under the overpass. One of the last things I decided on was a pair of sandals in case these hurt for any reason, so smart this time around. Realizing I needed a little something to eat to get me through the day I threw yogurt and an apple into my small travel pack, grabbed fingerless gloves ran toward the front door and another expletive slipped. I’d forgotten to fold up blankets and store pillows so the couch could be a couch again glad I was too lazy to open the Castro the night before. As I ran passed the clock on the way out, well, that was utterance the third, but at least I’m on my way. No! The cell was still plugged into the wall. I spun around, fumbled with the key at the door in the morning still dark now gritting my teeth, “I don’t need this”, grabbed it and the charger, gently pulled the door closed for the last time and off I almost ran in a shot. This was definitely going to be good cardio and me.

The shoes worked, my feet stayed dry and didn’t hurt me as I strode. Don’t ask how but I reached the cappuccino stop the same time I always do and was early as I usually am at my destination. Thanks time for standing still. I told the secretary “I don’t know how I managed this. I remember thinking I’d better get up before I fall back to sleep then lifted my head 20 minutes later.” Getting organized in my room I took a moment and sent a text, “I had a dream about you and it was so clear. I gave you a big hug and asked what you were doing here. You told me something to do with business but Jersey?”

And so my day began grinning ear-to-ear.