I want my brain back

Fog of thoughts

Breaking through the day

Dog of spots

Stealing half my bed

Blog of dots

Littering the screen


Dog of spots from the vantage point
of the not-quite-right brain


I want my brain back

I want my bed back

I want…and want…and want, only to be encased again in a fog of thoughts.  Wishing the letters didn’t look like broken strands of angel hair pasta littering the screen.  Wishing the dogs would get off my bed long enough for me to crawl back in it.  Push one off, another jumps on, wriggle past that one and another is licking your face, cover your head and you’re being prodded by legs to move over.

No one with 5 dogs needs an exercise program.  

Now, if I only had a brain left.