I took a nap on Sunday. Nothing new. I take a nap almost every day since I had my strokes.
YES, I WAS TOLD BY MY DOCTOR TO TAKE NAPS. BE JEALOUS!
I slept hard and long. Hours longer than my nap would normally last. My naps are usually dreamless but not this one.
I dreamed of living in Florida again, back in our first house. A small house but but our kids were older than when we lived there. In my dream the kids and I had been at the beach with friends as we had in the past. Salty breeze and sunburnt noses. Laying in the sand while watching the kids play in the water. There was even the walk back to the truck we haven’t owned in years with our sandy feet and gritty skin.
We indulged in ice cream under the blistering sun as we had done so many times. We drove for dinner at one of our favorite places where you were welcome in your bathing suit and you could enjoy your food in front of the Halifax river at picnic tables.
The smell of boiled shrimp and crab legs mixed with hamburgers and hot french fries.
The sounds of mosquitoes accompanied the sounds of kids waking me up………
I woke from my dreamy nap in a haze. It all felt so real because they were things we had done before. Less dreams than sleepy memories.
I didn’t even realize what I was doing till I almost face-planted on the bedroom floor. I had tried to stand up and walk to the bathroom.
Like I had done more times than I could fathom.
But would never do again.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, cleared the cobwebs from my brain and let the difference of my mobility sink in again.