Rosa, 99 years old, sat in her rocking chair, falling asleep.  She immediately slipped into a dream of a dog.  It was a Labrador, brown.  Oh!  She thought.  That’s Chocolate!  The outlines of the farm buildings where she had lived as a child began to take shape in the distance.  It was a very misty, cool morning.  Very early.  Summertime.  The ground fog curled around her ankles, which were somehow old lady’s ankles, even though she knew she was only 8 years old.  She glanced at her hands.  Also old.  Confusing. She heard a dog barking, high-pitched.  She looked up.  … Read more