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This morning,

I woke up paralyzed,

unable to move,

trying hard, but helpless.

Lying face down,

I couldn’t rise up,

couldn’t push up.

I questioned,

should I be able to?

In my dream,

a large black woman

was sprawled on top of me,

holding me down,

crushing me.

As hard as I would try,

the weight held me down.


Then I got up.

The dream transitioned to reality.

The weight was gone.

I tested my extremities.

I could push up.


Had my subconscious mind

been sending me a signal

that carbon monoxide

was settling in,

hovering in the air?

Was I overreacting?


I shut off the a/c,

a highly unlikely source anyway.

I opened the apartment door,

listening for a motor

that I had thought I heard earlier,

someone piping something lethal

to me and who knows who else.

All was calm,

except me.

An hour later,

I got back to sleep,

letting fate take its course.

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