By Day, One Way, By Night, Another

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.