A serious attempt

I died in
a dream in
the early
morning:
slow heat and
thrashing grasps at
consciousness, like
age 6

swimming lessons. I
woke up wondering
if I was
waking
up, a deep

breath effort to
slow my heart rate. The
sun was still
low so I
drifted
off to summer
camp, Wendy's, and Coca-Cola

sleep.