Last Christmas?
I had a long and vivid dream and wake up as the sun is deciding to rise. I'm congested which made my mouth parched breathing through my mouth. I reach for my drawer full of meds organized in small rectanguar wood boxes for the decongestant spray. My medications are organized into morning and evening and know which order they're lined up so I reach for them in the dark. My late mother used the same brand of spray as I'd commandeered a bottle of it from her home when she'd passed. We lived there while liquidating her estate. I've since bought more than a few of her Synex sprays, but still haven't used up all of the Reynolds aluminum foil she'd stocked up on. I lay there for a moment after clearing my breathways (thanks mom) and realize I may also have to pee. I debate for a few minutes and slowly get out of our king-sized bad and try not to disturb my wife and twin bijon pups that nestle up against Mrs Seeking Boston. It's dark in the room. I skip puttin...