He said "It was a dream. everything is okay," but I lied in bed uneasy, mind racing, wide awake. "What the fuck am I trying to process?" The unspoken question monopolized my head. Desultory, hazy images do not frightened me, but I am alarmed by my chaotic subconscious, aberrant desires, and fuzzy memories.
Written 01/27/18, Posted 11/03/18