Life is but a dream

I dream I am out on a tennis court again!

Hitting balls.  Running.  The adrenalin picking up until I feel the old high.

I hear the ball and know from the sound exactly which part of the racquet I hit it with, the sweet spot, the rim....the handle?!!!!  

I watch as the ball powers down into the far corner, over and over and over.  Unfortunately not always on the right side of the line.

My opponent is a dreamy guy who doesn't mind chasing balls that go down the court or over the fence.  He is content to hit balls right to me and never says a mean word.

I don't ever want to wake up!

But I'm not asleep!