Am I going insane or just walking around half-asleep again? I hear clowns or something more sinister laughing from the closet. I throw my cat-pillow but she is heavier than I remember so she lands close enough to encircle my head again. I see a familiar number on the loud buzzing face, I can’t ignore […]
Pomegranate thoughts drip from my mouth to the ears of a provolone-ly moon-faced man with gaping wisdom-tooth-sized-cavities with roots deep in impracticalities. Like: the inevitable nature of sleep and dreams, my pillow sours. A flushed cheek turns cool wondering at the thing, the monster lurking near the drinking glass… a tinge of a dream that […]
A drowsy twenty-something curled on a couch, complete with grey striped cat. Pillow purrs unconcerned with setting or forgetting Ronco Rotisseries,™ loading magic bullets or hiding evidence under beds in amazing, space-saving bags.