A Dream of the Aging Animal




I had a dream about my grandfather. He was strapped to a hospital gurney, thrashing like a wild animal, torches of raw rage in his eyes.
His scowl turns to me, we lock eyes, then my world turns black.

I wade through the drudgery to the surface of consciousness. I wake coated in a heavy sweat, my limbs so heavy I can not lift them. A moment later I realise it is not the nightmare wearing at my body; I’ve been restrained.
I shift and buckle in a vain attempt to free myself.
The flash of my reflection in a grimy metallic surface catches my eye.
I look to see my grandfather’s face staring back at me.

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