Sunday, June 19, 2011

Taking a Pounding

Woke up in the early hours of the morning conscious of great trauma. I'd dreamt a death. At high speeds, under high pressure, with a flurry of action and a sudden descent of doom. My own death, I think. My heart was pounding; heart rate up, lips dry, sudden fatigue.

And then I slept the sleep of the righteous for a time.

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