I had a nightmare last night. Not to be so literal with this card, but I did. It came after a day of unhappy remembering.
It was time to send out updates to my family. I sent my aunt a progress shot of my healed knee. But to nab it, I saw a preview of the original injury. Jarring. Later I had a nice talk with my mother-in-law and she asked for a run down on my healing. Then told me, now that so much time had past, that after raising three hyper, injury prone boys she wasn’t squeamish. But when she saw my knee it looked like the place where you tear a chicken thigh off of the chick’s body. Sobering. Finally, when Myke and I left to grab dinner, after weeks of being free of it, I got vertigo at the top of our front steps. Meh. So naturally I had a nightmare during sleeping hours.
A sentient staircase was following me around promising me a bottomless bowl of reese peanut butter cups at the top. It was all shadowy and sneaky sneaky. I kept trying to tell it to go away. “Not if you had the last peanut butter cup in the world Mr Spooky Stairs!” And that says something. I do love me some reese.