1021 | against my window |

he sat up in the dark. his dream was agitating once again. always. forever. never a good dream. rotating different types of anxiety served up on a nightly platter. almost like sinister forces control the dreamscape or something.

nah.

only crazy ppl think along those lines right.

in the dream a friend's father was cussing and being vulgar while talking to the dreamer and his mother. they were in the friend's father's restaurant. in real life the friend's father owns a siding business.

at some point the dream restaurant was owned by another friend. that friend did not cuss at the dreamer's mother. nossir. but i think drugs were consumed. or at least purchased. maybe. who knows. it is hard to describe dreams several hours later.

the bedroom was black. the lanky girl beside him was already awake.

he said FUCK it's 630 and started to jump out of bed.

she put her hand on his arm and said shhh listen - it's pouring rain and thundering outside and it is supposed to last until tomorrow.

hi sighed. returned his head to his pillow. no running today. no escape from the house without a car.

downstairs -
the dogs were whining.
and the youngest was stirring in his crib.

it was morning in old ohio.

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