Dreaming of tomorrow

My heart pumps ever so gently beneath my breast. The regular, soothing beat is a comforting reminder of the warm life that is coursing through my veins. It calms me down. I imagine the crimson blood determining its own course, racing through the night so that I can wake up and live another day. I’m glad. I close my eyes and look inward. Faces and places I have known. Lives and times I’ve been part of. The new road I always knew I would take. My past, present and future fuse into one clear dream. I am asleep.

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