It is nighttime.
I leave my body while it sleeps
and sit on the bed beside myself.
The digital clock’s red numbers display 12:53.
The motion sensor flips on an outside light.
The light comes through the blinds to brighten the walls.
There is the temptation to walk away from myself.
To go to the drawers and pack.
To take a trip.
My dreaming mind hikes Mount Wheeler under starlight.
My body remains in bed in Albuquerque.
My separate self is frozen in indecision.
I nod my head, consider the importance of remaining.
How I and this snoring body are a team.
Teamwork generates contentment.
I keep nodding.
The dream walk reaches Williams Lake.
I recite poems to night owls.
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