I awoke to the tapping in a distance
hooves on an old dirt road
lifting my head to see
my lips stuck where my face slumbered
Covered in drool black dye spotted my cheek
A man yelled to me
I jumped
taken with surprise
He walked over handing me a flask
You look lost-he stated
As I took it
-your looking rather confused… to the hair of the dog that bit ya-he tilted it for me
swigging it bitterly my face like a putrid smell crossed my nose
his dress was quite familiar
that only seen in photographs from long ago
-Whaaaat year is this?-Hesitantly asking the man
-why its the new year eve of 1774
Looking abroad, nothing but trees, he and I, his horse drawn carriage, and my couch…