I'm out of bed, but am I *really* out of bed?
I dreamt all night of my alarm going off, waking up, and then going back to bed. This was interspersed with long shots of me waiting for the train in Winnipeg.
I get it, all right?! I'm in a rut. When are my dreams going to stop telling me the obvious and start telling me the secrets of life like 'where do broken hearts go?' and 'what happened to my Wonder Woman light switch?'
A vague feeling of unease followed me around all day. After finishing my morning coffee break, I was convinced I was sitting in the ground floor break room, even though all visual cues had me seated in front of my computer one story up, 80s music blaring away.
I'd give up on today and call it an early night, if a small part of me wasn't convinced I'm in bed already.
I hope the hinky vein in my finger heals soon. Wrapping a bandage around the knuckle goes a little way to prevent bending, but I can't splint my middle finger, now, can I?
Although it would be the realization of a life-long ambition.
I get it, all right?! I'm in a rut. When are my dreams going to stop telling me the obvious and start telling me the secrets of life like 'where do broken hearts go?' and 'what happened to my Wonder Woman light switch?'
A vague feeling of unease followed me around all day. After finishing my morning coffee break, I was convinced I was sitting in the ground floor break room, even though all visual cues had me seated in front of my computer one story up, 80s music blaring away.
I'd give up on today and call it an early night, if a small part of me wasn't convinced I'm in bed already.
I hope the hinky vein in my finger heals soon. Wrapping a bandage around the knuckle goes a little way to prevent bending, but I can't splint my middle finger, now, can I?
Although it would be the realization of a life-long ambition.