That which has been haunting my dreams, lately.
A feeling so visceral, I wake up in disbelief that my tongue meets more than gum.
Later to learn these dreams are associated with the loss of control.
Ha! Tell me about it.
I endured a childhood in the backseat and, as a result, made a career of being the only driver.
Until I wasn’t.
Until it wasn’t my car and I watched at the mercy of others.
Desperate to regain control, I reach.
Options. Opportunities. Possibilities.
Catch and, in time, release.