asleep at the wheel

i had a dream last night that i fell asleep at the wheel and still arrived soundly at my destination.

i wake now feeling as though there is something important to remember.

maybe in the words. perhaps in the sentiment.

the way things look when my eyes (finally) adjust. the time it takes to trace. white. toes for balance. the reply.

because now there is seldom cause for movement. not even a hand to brush my hair aside. because it will pass. the need. the desire. the will.

i will wake when i arrive.

and the rest you already know firsthand.