Thursday, May 26, 2016

Midnight Emails

"You just muttered in your sleep,
'Stories are weird...imagine
You were to walk down a path
And see...(mum mumble mumble).'
I wanted to record you,
But then your words stopped. Too bad.
Much love, your devoted wife."

Devoted and entertained
Apparently. Our daughter
Woke me another three hours
Into the night, a nightmare.
I lay awake two more hours,
Then dozed until a nightmare
Of my own. I flipped the car,

Landed on my head, screaming
And convinced now I would die.
After a while upside down,
Crushed under car and darkness
I took out my phone and saw
It was madly changing dreams.
Then I woke. Stories are weird.

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