...in the dream I was scrambling to collect our things from under a folding chair. Where I was headed I wasn't quite sure. I woke with a sense of dread under the quiet of my down comforter.
...in the dream we walked together. Where we paused I recognized. I woke blinking in the pink light as it licked the tops of naked winter trees.
But that was days ago.
Scenes set in the cradle of a fever.
Last night the snow whispered all night long.
I woke from sleep that begged to find a dream to fall in. But there were no dreams to be found. I woke heart broken. I woke feeling like I would never be hungry again. I crawled out of bed only to count the minutes until I could find my running shoes and slip off into my own silence.
The trouble isn't in feeling lost, it's in feeling too found.