small mercies
After strange and intense dreams about summoning T-Rexes through holes in the universe using a cracked glass necklace and the moon, I woke up (not easily, mind, because I apparently take 30 secs to HEAR my alarm clock) paranoid and agoraphobic. DON'T WANNA GO TO WORK, SOMETHING IS WAITING FOR ME ON THE STAIRS AND I WILL DIE. I also woke up covered in blood and with a hole in my memory, although all available evidence suggests blood is mine, so at least I haven't turned into a serial killer.