As I toss my head slightly back, I start laughing softly to myself.
Stretch my legs out on my mother's couch, drinking tea.
Then I remind myself of that dream I had.
That one where I was relaxing on the lazy-boy, with the remote control in
one hand, looking over a leather type photo album with the other,
practically empty from the looks of it.
In addition, in this dream I touched the cover of the album and felt that
sensation, almost like a body orgasm of some strange kind, how embarrassing
My eyes slightly rolled backwards.
I unclosed it with my index finger and flipped anxiously through the
plastic, static like pages.
Only to find disappointment - nothing filled those pages.
Nothing at all.
Just before closing the book, a picture fell out.
I glared at it with huge eyes, and looked over it and over it again.
With every passing moment, the picture became clearer.
Then as I examined it carefully, the picture presented me on my mother's
couch, with the teacup broken and my body slashed open and covered in thick,
mucus like blood.
Oh how ridiculous.
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