Cold

I woke with that nervous energy you have, like, when you are young and you just know you can make anything you want out of your life. I had been dreaming. A nightmare maybe. What was it? He was there. He was trying to tell me something.  Might as we'll forget it anyway. The morning is so bright, so fresh, so full of promise, so full of potential. This bright must mean it's late, wife already on her run, time to get my girls going. Time to rise a shine. Up the stairs. Their rooms empty.? No dogs on my heals. The house is empty. Quiet. Still. Alone. I open the front door. It's the middle of the night. The middle of winter. Freezing. I wake up. Cold. Old. Almost dead. Then I wake up again. Here. Now.