Noticing.Thirty-One

Dreaming about swimming through tight cavern spaces with barely enough room for an air pocket. I watch my claustrophobic brother glide through the same tunnel as if it were the open ocean. It’s some kind of field trip; there are people everywhere. I’m pulled under as part of the experience. Dolphins and whales pass all around. I jolt from sleep as if it were a nightmare. And then the alarm goes off. I put on a full face (minus lipstick–I don’t own any), even liner and shadow, which I never w...