I've always wanted brook trout
for breakfast.
Suddenly, I find a new path
to the waterfall.
I begin to hurry.
Wake up,
my wife says,
you're dreaming.
But when I try to rise,
the house tilts.
Who's dreaming?
It's noon, she says.
My new shoes wait by the door.
They are gleaming.
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