miles to go before i sleep

imagined dream entry
  -or-
redundancy espoused

woke in close quarters, a tight spot to be sure. my head of fog and egg-nog, a hangover

of holiday intent. this confusion, rather oddly, did not discomfit me; it was actually

reassuring, like a womb. btw, i'm not claustrophobic, probably the antithesis of that, so

i had that going for me. once i figured out the exit, i saw i had been isolated from the

others; i was quarantined.

^

bunched in a bowl/ball, clutching my knees to chest, and i started counting...  i counted

until my head ached.

^

i was in the 'cube' and that movie reminded me of a hong-barco, a fading moment of

nostalgia; then i awoke again, feeling far from refreshed, but needing to fervently piss.


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