A Morning

Quandary

Why is it when I awake my day begins with many, many questions to ponder. The one’s at first are the ones that have true significance for the day.

First I must decide weather or not to open my eyes, thus changing the images of my dreams, to the bitter reality of a day. This is not an easily made decision based on my many days of history verse the wonderful colors and feelings of my dreams.

Once done many things have changed, either the dreams now disturbed by the passing thought of awaking, or how my awareness of those many days of histories, as my body goes from a delightful prone position, to the elevated truth of setting.

Alas it is that gravity that demon of time, settles many of the next most pressing questions, Is this real being primary among them. Alas it is as my life blood settles into the standard thump of my heart. It is gravity again that concludes another significant reality, how much I drank last night, which is also presented in a way so visual, a light blur and slight tip to the room.

A fleeting thought crosses my awareness, just where would I be in that dream?

I adjust myself to the day at task, first by paying the taxes of yesterday, do I owe an amends, me being me, that list seems long for a single day, and hey to my own wonder there is my own little name, yes I have to amend at least once for that dream.

Thus it is, I begin the long process to stand, my thinking here is without guilt this ability should be easier, well except for that dream. Oh but this leads to many, many more questions, the first being should I open the other eye?

Oh the appeal of dreams, they are the only place where I do nothing wrong.