Driving dreams

It seems every specialist I see wants to make sure I*m not driving.  I*m not.  It gets irritating being asked.  It is easier not driving the second time around, though.  I even realize there*s a possibility I will never drive again.  Somehow conniving with my daughter helps, even if it is only in my dreams.

Last night I drove my daughter to dance,

In my dreams

Of course.

When we were coming home I remembered

I was not to be driving.

We figured out ways

To get the car in the driveway,

Without anyone noticing,

Giggled all the way home,

Thought maybe we*d park a block away

And walk

So no one

Would ever know.