Friday, January 11, 2008


Coming in from the cold and wind; lying, covered by a flannel sheet, on a warm flotation device; listening to the sounds of surf and having a warmly wet towel draped over my face.

Wild, crazy, wake me up early-very early-dreams. By lunchtime I remember the new,violently pink sheets and begin to wonder if they are the reason for the dreams.

Going through the car wash and looking up in the rear view mirror to see the headlights of the car behind me through the ghostly plastic sheeting that divides us.

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