août 27, 2003
sleep
i fell asleep with my guitar in my hand last night and dreamt of red tresses dyed black accidentalyl. in my dream i cried when i saw the muddy tiger stripes in my hair; i felt as though a fundamental part of my identity had been stripped away. i cursed myself for failing to notice when the concoction atop my head failed to fade to fire. i woke up in the dark hours, bewildered and seething with heat.
and then i went back to sleep.
i was barely awake to offer thanks when the guitar was taken from my hands and placed somewhere more sensible than the bed. i conversed in breaths and sleepy mumblings to what i hope was the amusement of my companion, watching me reduce myself to a sleepy six-year old who has been put to bed after being found face down in a plateful of peas.
i was tired.
Posted by shivery at août 27, 2003 02:35 PM