The Waken

She waded through the dreams as she drank her coffee. Always speaking of the past and her lost memories. She was fine as frog hair and fleetingly thought of a time when it mattered. Her old man had died of a broken heart in one of those. She loved him and she loved those days but was left with his brake. She lifted each one and slowly remembered and the love. What shall I eat as if it counted? She didn't wish to move on and she tried to embrace. The woman climbed and the thought separated and died. Have to keep on, for the moving made it all leave. But those whiskers burned and waking she called for him. And realized it was just a dream and the whiskers burning. Mr Johnson was nudging her as she reached for the old man. Mr Johnson lived there or she lived with him. It all was so confusing and he was a clean freak. Always grooming himself and a cough to get the hair up. Mr Johnson had a pair when young but she had him fixed. Why did he shave so infrequently going back to sleep. I wish he shaved regularly and she hoped he would in the night. Hoping for the burn she lowered herself back to the pillow..... *****cat Johnson is my cat that when my wife and i separated she took him back to Italy with her.. Momma said his name was troppo loungo {too long} so she changed it to Mr Johnson...