Halo wakes me, curled up against the base of my spine; my dog is dreaming, and his twitching wakes my dreaming wife, who shifts, waking him, and no one remembers the dream that was having them. We all return to dreaming: she’s making love to her wife; he’s packing dresses for our trip to Paris; I’m chasing squirrels.

awake and dreaming
the inside gets up
and walks outside

John Paul Caponigro