Dec 25 2008
Just another ordinary thursday
I woke up like a light fading, and couldn’t remember my dreams. The cat meowed in the hallway, assaulting my barricade of throw-pillows. I felt awash in a memory of movement, or travel, of haste. As if I was late for something. And then I remembered the job I needed to apply to, and suddenly I was all the way awake. Regretfully. I would have liked to sleep longer- I would have liked to sleep for ten hours, with dreams packed in like a suitcase full of clothing that’s too small to wear. And in the morning my fantasies would spill out like a mason jar full of glass beads, tipped over on its side as I rose from the bed.
