engulfed in the thin membrane
of a dream’s remnants
i awake to confusion
feeling the feelings
remembering the scenery
the past intruding on the present
the present trying to come into focus
closed eyes beg for a return
to the powerful ether
limbs feeling heavy
but the bladder screams
and the alarm intrudes on my fiction
I Write Her 
Susi that first stanza is a knockout!!! The last stanza resonates… Getting old has really cut into my marathon slumber sessions!
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So happy you think so, Val! :) Yeah, same. I kid around but a catheter would allow us those slumber sessions again! Ha! ;)
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Lovely poem, and the bladder screaming, I get that.
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Thanks, Diana! Every middle of the night, and morning. lol
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You don’t want to get out of bed, but have to.
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Exactly!
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🙂
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Ha.. ha.. Last line changed my comment altogether. Minus that, heartfelt…lol thanks.
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Thank you, JM! :) Glad you liked it, and it brought a chuckle to the surface.
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