A few nights ago a friend drove me to the airport. We arrived to darkness and silence. A plane circled overhead. In that omniscient state one sometimes enters into during sleep, we knew it was about to drop a bomb. The entire dream was sepia-toned, as if we had already died and were ghosts moving through an old photograph.
Shit. Fingers crossed.
ReplyDeleteThat's frightening.
ReplyDeleteOh no. That looming feeling of doom.
ReplyDeleteI hope like hell too.
ReplyDeleteBut if you do, might as well start with a doozie.
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