My subconscious has not updated its files.
When I dream, I am my old self, long hair with fat bunnies, all working parts, and nothing that aches or hurts or is numb. When I wake some mornings, before I open my eyes, there is a moment where I am still the self in the dream.
I open my eyes.
I wiggle the toes of my right foot.
I raise my left arm and extend into my farthest reach.
I lift up my nightie to peek at my chest.
And then I realize,
the other was a dream.
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Hello dear Writer Girl,
Thinking of you today!
Love,
Constance
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