It is so very strange I sit here on my lunch break contemplating the restless night I had. The sleep was not a sweet gentle slumber but resembled that of a dog chasing rabbits in their dreams I am sure. And yet my dreams were magnificent beauty sweet and gentle and I was sad to awake to the harsh 7 am sun streaming through my window, on a weekend this would have been welcomed even at such an early hour because lying awake watching the sun rise is a treat when you have no other commitments for the rest of the day short of going back to sleep. But today, today my friends the summer sun was my alarm clock I had to leave the wondrous dream I was in the midst of having to get up and ready for work. I sit at my desk waiting for my co-worker to return so we can continue our joint project.
This journal is now being typed from home after a busy work day is complete. On to the dream; it was beautiful when I dream I am always walking never in my chair—that in itself is freedom but last night, was different. Last night I was in my chair waiting at the alter for my beautiful bride. Then the reception and first dance which I will admit scares me. I want desperately to dance to hold her close and forget about the physical challenges of my everyday norm I am babbling now but I can’t picture the day because of two things One I am single and two the chair!!! The god damn chair :(