Sunday, July 26, 2009

soaked

I wake up with a start. A clamped hand over open mouth to keep the scream from coming out. It's only a dream.

Whispers in the dark. The sound of the voices of your imagination.

A product of stress? Craziness? Have I really lost it?

Maybe I should start watching comedy shows before bed.

A hot shower awaits. I had to strip the bed and myself because I was soaked to the skin. I think maybe I should have this conversation with the doctor. I'm doubting this can be completely normal. But when have I ever been?

The best part of my night: Dreaming about Sarah Jayne and Bree. I wish I could have held on to that dream.

GIST - The Sunday Edition # 175

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