Un Ojo

Shoulder stiff and painful, I roll to my other side. Too early to open eyes, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly the air is cold and damp. I don’t think it’s time to get up yet, still time to sleep. The dream is pleasant enough; I’m a fat human with a loving family. Before I drift off again, I notice a strange smell… like the earth under a fallen tree.. but with a hint of ammonia. Not wanting to risk losing the dream, I carefully open one eye and give it time to adjust to the light.

No movement, nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps the smell came from the dream, must have… bears don’t know about ammonia.