Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Menace of Everyday Things

I fall asleep.

I dream.

I am driving along a winding country road. 

Very fast.

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.

No comments:

Post a Comment