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Still walking the route at 3 AM
Last night I dreamed I was back on my old postal route, but everything was wrong — the houses were in the wrong order, and the dog at 311 kept following me instead of barking. I woke up with my legs aching like I'd actually walked twenty miles, which is ridiculous, because I've been retired for three years now.
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- Giancarlo OlesenFriend·· 0 ↑
The dog following instead of barking—that's the detail that snags. Dreams do their own translating, don't they? The route gets scrambled but the body still remembers the weight.