Drowning

The dream was pretty straight forward
I was drowning. Bluish-green water sliced between my white-tipped fingers, but I wasn't swimming. Like a bobber, I surfaced and dipped, surfaced and dipped.
Red stripe center going under, never to feel dry socks again.

Between the shouts to stop fighting, I heard whispers of encouragement; it was maddening.
I just wanted to close my eyes and let the cool water cradle me, and yet, I fought.
 
Lungs burning, breathing smooth sailing.
Tender fingers of fright caressed me.

It was a dream, drowning.   

Howdy!

Hello, stranger...
Yes, it's me. I'm still alive and kicking. Well, maybe not kicking per say, but still among the living anyway. Isn't it crazy how quickly time gets away from us? I'm ashamed to realize that I haven't blogged since December. I probably wouldn't even be here today if it weren't for a friend posting about his new blog and I thought to myself, I really need to update my blog so people don't think I've killed (SIC) over.
Sorry, if I disappointed those of you that had a life insurance policy out on me...I'm still alive and well. Oh, and by the way, cut back on the poison...it's really beginning to tear up my stomach. :)

Here is the link to my friend, John Fortunato's new blog. It looks like it is going to be a fun read. Congratulations, John. http://www.johnfortunatoauthor.com