I was about to step into the silken strands of an embroidered
garden when the alarm went off.
The Book of Dreams closes its covers as I reluctantly open my eyes.
My spine hardens into a column of anger, my fists clenched in rebellion,
and my body stiffens against the imposition of responsibility. I don't
want to emerge from my warm nest of blankets, put on work clothes and
shuffle into another day of trading my time and knowledge for
Your body stirs next to mine. You tossed and turned all night, the
tides of your nightmares pushed against me. Sensing this, I turned away
and sought beauty in silky emerald blades of grass, in soft petal
textures where I could bury my head and forget my cares. And then, the
alarm went off.
I watch the numbers glow in the dark...3:56, 3:57, 4:01...I could
call in sick, cough into the phone, whisper my excuses in a raspy voice,
buy myself time and space to sleep a few more hours, wake up and make
coffee the way I like it, read a good book, take a stroll on the beach
in the noonday sun, or window shop along Melrose Avenue for things I
would never even conceive of buying in a million years. The
I wonder about your dreams. I hear you groan in the dark as the
weight of the Universe presses into your back. It frightens me. In these
moments I don't know who you really are...the person I love, my friend,
I know you work hard for little very money and even less respect.
It pains me to see you struggle when you are meant for so many better
destinies. In spite of this, I know you understand my desire to be
anywhere else and here at the same time.
Your arms wrap around me. Your love flows through me like a warm
wind. We lay together, suspended in hope as the alarm goes off again.
Together, we rise to meet the day.
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