Drill

I dreamed of road trips, of expansive vistas and a driver who changed course at a whim and I thought how odd but how right at the same time. A baby morphed into a puppy to great delight, the famous singer in the back of the bus squealed, I pointed out scenery as we flew.

I woke with a hangover in my heart, a muted sadness behind my eyelids. Back to reality again, and none the wiser. My dentists hugs me and says the teeth are fine, just like we agreed. The pain in his chair is a welcome relief. It’s gone when I rise, and I am better off than before.