so, there i sit. comfortably numb. pain medication and medicinal marijuana has done a fine job. i am all alone. my pops who i love dearly is asleep and i am grateful for it. time has stood still at this moment. it is just me, a tall glass of icy milk and the last 7 Oreo's. my pops gets up, comes over to talk to me and spills the bag with the last of the Oreo's all over the floor. dream over....FML
Then reality set's in like rain drops that traveled from a dark cloud as it plummet to earth through the foliage of the tree's traveling beyond the branches; past the bird's nest; to land upon your forehead, awaking you from your slumber. Using your right hand you move over to wipe the water away, the reality that it's going to rain, makes you get up rather fast and you then started to sprint back to your shelter, in your haste you forgot ..... about the cookies left at the camp spot in which you were cloud watching, as you run leaping over brushes onto off beaten path. As you run, time tends to slow and the cold front moves ever closer. A cloud of exhale billows out like an old steam locomotives as you run through the woods dodging obtuse rain drops, brushes, and hills. Time is still. Heart beat is pounding like a landlord checking for a late rent. So quite ..... your mind slips into a trance. I can hear my blood travel through my veins.