I am running in the streets of the neighbourhood where I grew up. It is dark, I asses myself to be on Woodland Road or Coppice Road, about 10 minutes walk from my home.
I am barefoot, wearing the short, see through, crepe cotton nighty that I am asleep in - running, running, running.
My legs are strong and I find that I run well. I have the steady and confident pace of a long distance runner who knows well the length of the course and how to set a pace that assures completion.
Looking down at my nighty I realize that I have nothing with me, no key, and I wonder "how will I get in the house when I get there (I am going home)? Why did I leave bringing nothing with me?"
But onwards I run, keep running, keep running, keep a steady pace, do not fear....
and I continue to move with sureness and ease, pacing myself well for the distance ahead and a finish line that I cannot yet see.
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