one thought

Grabbing at myself with a knowing gentle firmness - a knowing familiarity which can only be applied by the owner - I got myself out of bed.  3:10 am. 
A dream had soothed me, but my thoughts woke me.
To the bathroom.  I pee.  I surprise myself by calming those troubling waking thoughts with the memory of a dream. It was the dream that had just comforted me before the invasion of thought after thought.  I was in a familiar place of my pleasant dreams.  A place, just a place. A friendly place. A beautiful, simple place.  As near to a single thought as I can feel. The noticeable lack of complexity allowed comfort. That is the purity of a dream, the singularity of emotion, the simplicity of timeless unfettered being.
Back to 3:10 am.  I look in the bathroom mirror.  Thoughts again interrupt the pleasant calm of dreamy memories.  More thoughts. 
Turn on the water, grab the soap, and I quietly wash my hands while noticing the laundry on the floor.  I wonder if I have anything decent to wear for tomorrow. My job. Doctor appointment. Republicans, Democrats. Those people. The recital, and the parade, and the caregiver and the realtor.  I dry my hands on a towel that should be in the laundry pile.
I remind myself of the place that exists in my dreams, still fresh, I know it, I was there, in my dream. One thought, just right, one feeling, just happy. Tranquil. Peace, and, in an unforgotten moment, of a single thought, return to sleep.