Life Is But a Dream . . . by Nancy Gideon

I’m not much for napping, but on bone-achingly cold days like this week’s here in Michigan, after staying up too late (a rarity for me!) and getting woken up too early by hungry cats, stretching out atop the covers for just a minute of shuteye in my upstairs bedroom away from family and felines had undeniable appeal. I’d planned to just relax and get comfortable while mulling over some plot stickers in my newest project, but just like that, hours disappeared.

I don’t know about you, but daytime dreams are vastly different for me than nighttime dreams. They linger there on the edge of conscious thoughts, so real it takes a minute to determine if you’ve been asleep or mulling over future plans and past mistakes. But the instant you try to grab on to their content – poof – gone. I could have plotted out that next novel. I might have figured out how to juggle two upcoming holidays meals or how to maneuver that shy little kitty that’s been hanging out on our deck into the house. But all I have are achy muscles and rumpled clothes . . . and the feeling that I’d discovered something important in that out-of-body state that I can no longer recall.

But then. Maybe it’ll come back to me . . . in a dream.

Wishing you happy events, over-loaded tabletops and safe travel this upcoming week wherever and with whomever you may be celebrating!

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