Dreaming

I'm snuggled up between my two dogs under two comforters trying to get comfortable. I wake up to dreams of my ex-boyfriend's mother, a person I knew for five years, and it's been years since it would make sense for her to be in my dreams. I blame her re-appearance on the re-financing of the house. It makes hindsight intrude and filter through my memories marking my dreams, making them feel old, odd, heavy... nostalgic without the sense of loss.

I'd wake trying to reorient to the present, blinking groggily at the clock and all the time I have before it's going to go off. I spent the night missing my sleep.