I was only Dreaming

I rolled over....Kicked the paisley orange sheets off the bed, wiggled my toes and stretched. The sun tickled my nose. Morning. Nudging me forward. I stood up and moaned. A little jooking pain in my right foot made me pause barefooted on the fake wood floor. "Shake it off" I murmered in morning breaths.

I added 3 scoops of new coffee to the 5 scoops of left over coffee and waited for magic.

And then it happened.

The Awakening.....

The Jolt....

No wonder I'm tired. I'm old. And I must have been dreaming. I missed the part where everything changed. Catnapped through the shift in gears. Eraser smudged the difference between 16 and 46. Swirled and twirled the years into a grapevine wreath, an endless circle....

And then these damned contacts brought it all home again.

Don't mix coffee and mirrors unless you want to face the truth....

On Friday, I'm leaving my eyes at home....
and
Dancing like there's no tomorrow.....

The Wrecking Ball

The windows were painted in reverse. Too many fingerprints had touched them and they bled with sunlight. The coffee table was covered in beer rings and cigarette burns and the occasional "I can't believe you just did that" carved grafitti...

It was Christian's house....

The psychedelic tub was 3/4 full of tepid water, and we all pretended the fish were still alive. Yeah, a pump would have been helpful....

We drank beer through Deep Purple, dangled skinny legs over the balcony and sang to the moon with Joni Mitchell scratching on the eight track. And then it began. The last dance. David Bowie....

I climbed on the coffee table. Barefooted and bell bottomed and one beer, or five, too many... but I knew the words... And he hummed them.

And swayed.

And I danced....

He grabbed me. Unexpectedly. But not.

And we were there again, the same music, the same shadowed faces, the same Friday night on re~run, but I was full of it. The hissy fit. The "not now", "not again"...

And he held me tighter. ..

You don't always get a second chance...

Dance.....