Sunday, May 10, 2009
Unraveled
Sometimes, I awake from my dreams, but the surrealism lingers and I have to lie in bed and wait for the world to solidify. My walls, like water, ripple. I feel myself, untangled, tightening. The world is back. Knitted.
Time for coffee.
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