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Last night I had a dream that I wasn’t dreaming. I was floating from an invisible string and hiding in a business dome until the group that I tried to connect with came back for me. We walked and floated to the theater and back. Then I “woke up” at home in bed and was dreaming that I wouldn’t cuddle with you so I heard you talking to the neighbor who was flirting with you.

Jay’s curled up on his left side, snoring on the couch

Lil Bit is laying in a section of sunlight

and I have my back to the fireplace.

We woke up in between early and late morning,

Jay read the news

Lil Bit went outside to patrol the area for mice

I gathered my work schedule and set some intentions

It’s nearly noon and we’ve had our healthy snack for breakfast

Lil Bit had a snack of squeezable tuna

and we just need to shower and run a few errands.

The clock is strumming,

plucking random notes and chords

in unison for seven a.m.

Jay is still asleep,

The cat slipped out hunting shadows and sparrows,

and I sit with my back to the heater,

coffee cup warming both hands.

The house feels suspended

between dreaming and waking-

the kind of quiet

where every sound becomes its own small instrument:

the ticking clock,

the breath of the heater

the soft settling of morning around me.