the bad dream.
push it away,
slough it off, like
you do most
things when you awaken
and rub the sand out
of your eyes.
but you can't.
it sticks with you
the whole day.
it's there
as you ride the bus,
as you walk,
as you work
and then go home
to lay your head down
once more.
the bad dream
is more than what it
appears to be.
much more.
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