Thursday, January 19, 2017
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
I can feel it creeping over me
Sliding like a soggy, steamy, feverish blanket
Of sore muscles and aching limbs
The occasional cough sneaks in uninvited
Setting off a wave of heat
That turns my eyes grainy
And echoes through my aching throat
I long to crawl back into bed, on a heating pad
Sleep the day away
But I haven't won the lottery this week
So here I am
Trying to deny the sick that's already stomping on my soft palate
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Last night, I dreamed that I was running down the street in heels and an ermine coat with a knapsack full of machine guns slung over my shoulder. Like, full-on gangster gun-moll, running from the law with Al Capone as my sugar-daddy.
What the hell?
I have always had vivid dreams - full of all sorts of crazy and fantastical crap. They're a lot of fun, until you hit one that scares you. Or tells you more about yourself than you're willing to face.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Friday, January 13, 2017
Someone please tell me what's going on here.
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
The books are in
I guess this is reality
Surreal as it seems
It's not every day your dream comes true
So excuse me as I savor a bit
Or a lot
Indulge me, please
This was a long time coming
And I'm still finding it hard to believe