Sleepytime

You will die with me. I had a vision. I was lying here on the ground because my legs were tired (I’m getting old) and it came to me. It wasn’t a dream (I was awake!). It was a vision. We were on a bridge. The bridge was made of stone (maybe in Europe–we should go to Europe together). We were holding hands (romantic!). The water was rising. It came over the bridge and carried us away. It was terrifying but we held hands. We died together. When they found our bodies our arms were wrapped around each other (together even in death). I’m going to tell you this when you wake up. If I stare at you long enough you will wake up (I see you drank some Sleepytime tea–I see the label hanging out of your favorite mug). Oh, we’re going to be very good friends! Wake up, dear girl, wake up.