First Blush

I woke and found myself dangling – hanging out, just outside the realm of reality.  It’s like sitting on an old suspension bridge, with your legs hanging over the side, softy kicking air with the soft light of the moon rising from the creek bed below.  You can feel the cable under your arms, as you lean forward to watch a leaf as it makes a helicopter descent to the shallow waters below.  Dangling – barely hanging onto reality as morning’s first blush whispers your name and slowly your dreams glide down the shallow creek as you awake.  Tomorrow morning experience the joy of dangling just outside the realm of reality as you slowly wake up.