In my dream last night I saw this little snaggle-toothed girl sitting on a chair. She had red white and blue beads in her cornrows and a red white and blue party dress. She was sitting on a chair that was much too large for her.
"I'm America!" She said grinning.
"Is this a metaphor?" I thought.
"No, that's my NAME, America. I'm not dead yet. I'm real tough!" She seemed cheerful.
"But are you OK?" I thought.
"I'm OK..." She didn't sound like she meant it.
"I'm real strong, but I'm not immortal. You need to know. I'm not immortal."
"I know-" I tried to say out loud. But, she was gone.