Sunday, June 6, 2010
The Menace of Everyday Things
I fall asleep.
I am driving along a winding country road.
I can't quite see clearly, and so I drive still faster.
Suddenly the fear of death grips me, a thrill or rumble in my belly, and Bathsheba, who has been snoozing on the couch with me, jumps up to bark at a phantom.
No one is at the door.
Rain rattles against the windows.
I am awake again.