Maybe it was bound to happen. Again. Flashbacks. Waking up in a sweat. Everything falling; poles, random items, people twirling … More
Tag: sleep
Hypnopomp (Part I)
I know it sounds like some newfangled dance style, but I’m referring to the five-thirty-AM-flashbacks and assorted images that are … More
My drug of choice
To some, love is a drug. To others, it’s television, blackberries, chocolate or percocet. My preferred choice of substance is … More