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Dreaming

As I drift in the nowhere-land between wakefulness and sleep. The days events allign themselves as if for inspection.
Trivial little things that appeared to go unnoticed during the waking hours now jump readily to mind. As I crossed the road at lunch time,
a voice called out to me from a passing car. The words were as clear as a bell, but what were they? Think, think, think.....
Something like;
"Smile, it's not all bad!" or "Child's knuckle pad!"
A diner wiped the reminents of chicken noodle soup on his shirt sleeve, then catching my eye, pretended he was just checking his watch. That might have worked, too if his watch hadn't been on his other wrist.
And on the walk home, I noticed a woman sitting on the library steps sobbing softly into a soiled hankerchief. In a different decade I might have approached her and offered a simpathetic ear, but sadly, times have changed, and so I walked on by.
My eyes are like lead weights, my body limp and lax
Marshmallow clouds float on sapphire streams through my sleepy mind the events of the day shift and meld into something new and outlandish, a summer night dream is about to begin.