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Dream-aholic
Isabelle5

I wake from sleep unsettled,
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anxious over something
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almost forgotten -
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almost, not quite.
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When I am not pacing restlessly,
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I am on the couch with a book
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held loosely in my trembling hands,
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nearly losing my wits each time
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a car backfires or a door slams.
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I call my sister, retired RN,
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ask if I might be going insane.
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She laughs, says she has days
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just like this - slight guilt, anxious
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over nothing knowable, unable
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to sit and relax and then
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she names it:
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Dream Hangover.
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It resonates and I am glad once again
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to have her as my older sister,
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the one who has always had
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whatever knowledge I need,
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from menstruation to motherhood
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to menopause and all things in between.
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I pick up my book, one she recommended,
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find my place, take the towel off the phone
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(don't ask and I won't tell),
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prop open my front door.
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The breeze is sweet and cool.
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My hands are not trembling
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but I wish wholeheartedly
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for a video player that would record
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and replay dreams,
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especially those that bring hangover
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without the blur of booze.
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28 Sep 14

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great poem. love that last stanza.
 — mandolyn

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