They're Okay

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I slept with my left wrist bent in an awkward position last night. Leaving my wrist hurting for the better part of the morning. Two days into this time change merry-go-round, I’m still waking up an hour late with no place to go. But my vitamin gummies and ice cold coffee are doing the trick, of making me believe I’ll make it through the morning.
 
Unlike one in my extended family that took their first tumble on their new bike. It began to rain and they were taking a curve, and if you’ve ridden a motorcycle, I don’t need to tell you the rest. While she said she wasn’t injured too bad, she did scratch her pretty new helmet; and gave herself her first case of road rash. Youngins. I didn’t need to say anything; my wife and her own mother did all the talking for me. I just sent her a stern emoji and a congratulations.
 
Now I forgot what I was thinking about. Anyway, the sun is now bleeding through the once cloudy sky and for a minute I could hear the local birds chatting away. Till one of the other tenant’s dog started barking at them. My wrist is starting to feel a little better, while the tale of last night’s strange dream appears before my mind’s eye. But it wasn’t much of a dream, just full of symbolism and the primary colors of red, blue, black, and yellow. I was sorting the tubes of colors together into a painting arcade game in a pizza shop. After getting a five dollar reward for doing something right.
 
Like I said, it was a strange dream. Somehow influenced by the chatting playing in my earbud. But isn’t that the way it goes with life. You listen then you react to all the nonsense and noise piped into your head. Till reality sends you pictures of the accident and reassures you that they’re okay.
 
#Dreams #Reality #LessonsLearned #CompassionateListening