How Morning Dew Makes Me Feel

I sit up clutching my chest having witnessed an unfathomable scene in my sleep. The type of nightmare I knew I would have before my head hit the pillow a few hours before. I pivot my aching bones to a seated position on the edge of my bed before putting on my hard soled slippers. With my creaking body and numb fingers I move through the dark house clenching my hands into a fist several times to loosen them up. I drag my sore feet out through the front door and onto the lawn where I look at the full moon, bright enough to have me squint a bit. With my long sleeve nightshirt on to keep me warm I crouch down to pat the moist grass with the palm of my waking hand. Morning dew settles on the back of it. Not bad.