{"id":50492,"date":"2011-07-09T15:04:03","date_gmt":"2011-07-09T19:04:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/50492\/in-between-cheryls-pals-collabsaturday-share\/"},"modified":"2011-07-09T15:04:03","modified_gmt":"2011-07-09T19:04:03","slug":"in-between-cheryls-pals-collabsaturday-share","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/50492\/in-between-cheryls-pals-collabsaturday-share\/","title":{"rendered":"WITHIN THE IN-BETWEEN — A Cheryl’s Pals Collab\/Saturday Share"},"content":{"rendered":"

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WITHIN THE IN-BETWEEN<\/strong><\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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BY BARBARA K<\/strong><\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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A CHERYL\u2019S PALS COLLAB<\/strong><\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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I heard the words as they danced through my head<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

in that in between time between asleep and awake,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

or so it seemed, for I really couldn\u2019t say<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

where I was or what time of day.<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

Having lost all direction and all sense of time<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

and finding my thoughts and myself<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

in a completely lost state of mind,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

the words were so clear,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t mistake them as they rang out to me:<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

“Wake up,” they cried,” this is not a dream;<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

it\u2019s not all in your head or what it might seem.”<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

I know for a fact that\u2019s exactly what they said.<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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And as I opened my eyes (or that\u2019s what I thought)<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

I could clearly see what had happened (or not).<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

But when the screaming started,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

I turned and fled,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

ducking under the blankets<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

and covering up my head.<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

And then when all the noise had died down,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

I peeked out to see exactly what I could see,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

which, unfortunately for me,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

wasn\u2019t quite enough as I listened intently<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

for the sound I did dread<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

and picked up a spade from the garden outside,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

my only self-defense as I listened and prayed,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

the thump of heavy boots headed my way,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

as lying so still and listening to what the voice said,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

not knowing at all what might lie ahead<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

my now hazy thoughts completely undefined.<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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And the haze was so thick and swirling about<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

my feet with each hesitant step that I took,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

clutching the spade and trying to recall<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

the words I had heard through the darkness<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

and knowing that there was still so very much<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

that I wanted to do, so much to achieve.<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

So preoccupied I was with all of this,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

the words and the haze and the dark and the fear,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

I almost didn\u2019t hear the words again,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

but with the morning\u2019s first light,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

heard the whispers calling to me:<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

“Things are not the way they seem;<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

wake up now \u2014 this is only a dream,”<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

contradicting what I had heard before<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

in a most unusual way.<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Nevertheless, I was so very relieved<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

and looked forward to the day,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

glad to recall what was then but unseen<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

and just a bad dream after all.<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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(c) barbara kausteklis 7-9-11<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Thanks for your Collab lines: Lady “Cheryl” Death,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

James, Marthamagenta, Angel Love, Mikey, Diane,<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

Rebel, and Me, Barbara.<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Link to “The Saturday Share” and all the Collabs posted:<\/strong><\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span>http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/50295\/cheryls-pals-saturday-share-one-6\/<\/em><\/font><\/span><\/font><\/font><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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The lines I used in addition to my own:<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

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Wake up, this is not a dream (Lady “Cheryl” Death) — REQUIRED<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

Things are not the way they seem (Lady “Cheryl” Death)
\nAnd we recall what was then unseen (James)
\nNot waking nor sleep but in between (marthamagenta)
\nThere is much in life I must achieve (Angel Love)
\nMy hazy thoughts are undefined (marthamagenta)<\/em><\/font>
\n<\/strong>When the screaming started, I turned and fled (Mikey)
\n<\/em><\/font>I was still as I listened and prayed (Diane)<\/em><\/font><\/font>
\n<\/strong>For self defense I picked up a spade (marthamagenta)
\nAnd listened intently for the sound i did dread (Angel Love)
\n<\/em><\/font>I heard the thump of heavy boots tread (marthamagenta)
\nLying still listening to what the voice said (Rebel)
\nNot knowing and not caring what lies ahead (Mikey)<\/em><\/font><\/font>
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And thanks always for your visits and comments.\u00a0 <\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

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~barb~<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

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