Walking the dog in a star filled night just after the gloaming time.
The mind is back home working out the details.
Meanwhile, the left sole of the shoe meets the ground, it stops, while the body propels forward.
Hands, outstretched, instinct to break the momentum.
Knee crashes on cement.
Lucy strides back to lick the cheeks of the injured.
Do I need to fall down to wake up?
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