the color orange, and other things twisted by chronic illness

dream

i have

this dream.

one day

i will 

wake up

to a 

good morning kiss.

i will 

get out of bed

and 

make pancakes

while the dogs

lay at my feet

and

try to beg

for table scraps.

i will

sit 

with a cup of coffee

grasped in my hands,

which are covered

by an oversized sweater.

i will

stare out

of my apartment window

to the city below

having a 

moment of peace

before i

get ready for work.

and in this dream

i will be free

of sickness

of pain

of stress

of sadness.

maybe 

it's foolish

to get my hopes up.

but 

still

i dream.