local to local
John woke me abruptly in the night with the noise of cranking the window closed. I was so deeply asleep, my entire body committed to dreaming, that the rapid assent to a waking world nearly gave me the bends. I’d been with Sara Ann in the dream. Here I am in my other world being visited at night by those I’ve left behind. In the morning, perhaps to make amends for the night wrenching, John brought me tea and helped me identify the upland ground birds (gallinaceous)in the yard: birds being our summer companions.