The searing heat woke me this morning.
Eyes open, I saw the bare bulb shining spot light style over the bed. Not blurred vision means I’m still asleep.
Blinking, I wondered why there was a hot spot under my left side on the bed.
Groaning, I rolled over to the itching, burning pain in my hips and back. I need to film my sleep to see if I move. No wonder I’m in pain. A nine hour pose?

I remember, I was mid dream talking to my yoga instructor, “These classes are for people like you,” he said. I remember speaking to an empty room. Gibberish, flowed eloquently forth. Unconscious brain meets conscious speech.

I am the human barometer
The cat is walking on the roof again.
No, that sounds like fifty cats,it must be rain.

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