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.

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