If I'm overdressed when I sleep, I have nightmares. Crowded, hot, disturbing dreams. This afternoon, I dreamed that I was waiting at home for the boy to arrive. He was late. It was dark. The apartment felt small and the neighbors were loud.
I had the sense, as you do in dreams, that the apartment had become a hotel room. The sheets were coming off the mattress, the way that I hate.
Then I snapped awake. It took me awhile to reorient myself.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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