I am dreaming every night, which is something. They're good dreams, the kind where I am mountain climbing, or going back to Allegheny and running into people. I wake up every morning with confidence, at least before I remember the way the world is these days.
It's kind of a daze until then. Laying in bed as my eyes adjust and my muscles stretch, my mind slowly grapples with the day. It doesn't matter that the mountains I climb are too tall or that the people I run into are fictional; in my dreams I am indomitable.
