Chokehold

For hours I struggled in my sleep last night trying to take something off my neck. I felt like I was choking and trying to break free.

This morning I woke to find my necklace next to my bed on the night table.

And even though I can’t find my glasses this morning, I can breathe and see more clearly than I have in awhile.

~ cj 2011.01.19

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