Shaking these blues

On the edge of sleep, I hear sighs and whispers. Dreams that I don’t recall of sex and love begin to push their way into my conscious mind. I force myself back behind the wall of sleep, not wanting to allow these memories into my waking thoughts. Morning comes with a fierce determination, and I crawl from bed; angry and sad. Not a good day. My mood is one of sour disappointment and heartbroken betrayal.

Determined to shake these blues, I put on my favorite heels, a slash of red lipsticks and a clingy black dress and head out the door to work. Wish me luck.