She looked pained in her sleep. Was the pain a bad dream or fear upon waking the dream would end and the nightmare begin?
I have woken from bad dreams in a cold sweat thrilled the nightmare had ended and I could dance into the new day. I have awakened from a blissful dream into a nightmare life wishing I could recoil and return into the dream world.
Lately, the bliss and misery permeate both existences leaving me marginal hope there will be resolution in my lifetime. Not resolution. The necessary change must be made by nothing less than revolution. Viva la Revolución!