tales from an ordinary world

2002-05-04

All night my mouth opened and words fell out, but when I got home I realised that I hadn't managed to talk to everyone, and ask them the random little questions that'd been floating on my little sea during the week, once I knew I'd be seeing them soon.

I feel asleep wondering if I was doing it all wrong, and ended up dreaming that I was burying my face in a bedspread whilst a friend sitting nearby talked to me.