I lay in the gentle hinterlands of sleep. Small noises become half-dreams. Half-dreams become reality. Within this floating realm I hold all the possibilities of the day and all the impossibilities of my imagination. For a few seconds, as I open my eyes, I lay in both worlds.
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- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
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