Before falling into sleep,—

A cramp in my leg deepens in the night.•Brendan slept, coiled in my arms today.•I wake to pain as a phone call from the past, the voice heavy with regret.•The cat slips once more into heat— the air heavy with her bodily changes.•Tonight I will dream if my right hand wounded; the air thick with scent of blood.•I planted a yellow jasmine outside the bedroom window— its vines sensing the trellis immediately, seeking support.•Part of me wants to write another prose-piece on the Greek god Pan— another part of me wants to sleep.•For the most part of the day a bitter resentment grew stronger: I am not living the life I expected when I was younger.

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101/ Before falling into sleep, Pan sets his clock an hour ahead. The moon rises in schedule, motioning across the windows, with a heavy refracted light.
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