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Bozo's Obstacle3Uncertain SleepParched alleys zigzag.Dogs, out of view, yelp,and smoldering herbs saturatethe night with pungency.I am mildly afraid,but mostly astonishedat how I came to behere, and my failureto escape, until I waketo pee, gulp replenishingwater, and comfortmy old, snoring dogas if she is the onehaving the dream.Her eyeballs jigglein their socketswhen I stroke her head.I sink into bedand go back to the mazeof uncertain sleep,relieved and less inquisitive.