It's strange, waking up so early and delivering papers again. My day seems to stretch on forever. Things that happened in the morning seem like they happened yesterday by the time supper rolls around! I guess that's a good thing, because time flies the older you get, or so I hear, and I'm no spring chicken. I guess I'm a winter chicken. Or an autumn chicken. But definitely not a spring or summer chicken.
It was this afternoon, that I took a nap and my dream fought to enter my reality. I was having a conversation in my dream, when I woke up and opened my eyes and moved around a tiny bit. but the person I was having a conversation with in my dream was still talking, and I was listening. Strange. I had to make butter after that and spread some on bread and think about what was going on. What's going on?
What does it mean?
I want to dream like spring chickens again.
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