Sunday, January 13, 2013


It's troubling to think that I can lie down on the loveseat in the living room on a Sunday afternoon to nap during a football game on television, and have the most vivid dreams of being chased by a large and wily polar bear, and then dream that I accidentally drove my car into someone's wet pasture and a hippopotamus arose from the bog and attempted to eat me.  I cried for help.  "Help me!  Help!  Help me!"  to no avail.  I could feel the inside of his mouth with my arm and hand.  I was elbowing him violently with my other arm.

"Paul!" I asked upon awakening.  "Was I not thrashing at all?!"

"Sheesh, Trish", he snorted.

Sunday afternoon, Sunday afternoon.

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Gill said...


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