I am running.
That's the first thing i remember. Running. i carry something, my arm curled around it, hugging it to my chest. Bread, of course. Someone is chasing me, "Stop thief!" I run. People. Shoulders. shoes. "Stop Thief!"
Sometimes it is a dream. Sometimes it is a memory in the middle of the day as I stir iced tea or wait for soup to heat. I never see who is chasing and calling me. I never stop long enough to eat the bread. When i awaken from dream or memory, my legs are tingling.
That's the first thing i remember. Running. i carry something, my arm curled around it, hugging it to my chest. Bread, of course. Someone is chasing me, "Stop thief!" I run. People. Shoulders. shoes. "Stop Thief!"
Sometimes it is a dream. Sometimes it is a memory in the middle of the day as I stir iced tea or wait for soup to heat. I never see who is chasing and calling me. I never stop long enough to eat the bread. When i awaken from dream or memory, my legs are tingling.