Astronaut

Last night I dreamed you were

an astronaut, and I

was responsible for hooking you up to

your lifeline. I couldn’t get it quite right.

A plastic barb was stuck in my cheek, but I

had no hands left to pull it out. You were floating

up

up

away into the blue, brilliant sky. No lifeline, and

I scrambled, pleading,

begging for the scientists all around to help me.

But for the one who

pulled the barb from my cheek, they

didn’t even look my way. He

held it out for me; I had

no hands left to take it. So

he dropped it at my feet. I

grabbed for it, letting go of your lifeline, and

you flew away.

Sun, sunbeams against a blue sky - cloudless sky

(I 100% had this dream. Not a word of embellishment.)

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4 responses to “Astronaut

  1. Lynne Reive

    ❤️

    Like

  2. Lise-Marie

    thank you for sharing. hugs to you

    Like

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