Dreams

beach blur clouds dawn

Before I finally left Florida, I would dream of leaving all the time.

I always found myself everywhere but my small, sleepy town stewing in the hot, humid sunshine.

I would find myself on the beach. Not my beach. Not the beach an hour up the road, but an ocean on the other side of the world. Bluer. Clearer.

I would find myself in urban sprawl, walking the streets. Seeking. Always seeking.

Now that I’ve left, my dreams have changed.

I don’t see the ocean. I don’t see the urban sprawl.

I’m back in that small, sleepy town. It takes a moment for me to realize where I am.

And when I do, I panic.

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