Cloudless and cool. Craneflies drift through shafts of sun like angels with spider legs, as the afterimages from a night of terrifying dreams fade from view.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Me too, Dave. Woke and sat upright 3 different times last night with bad dreams. Something stirring in the cosmos, I guess.
Perhaps so. I woke up and read Mencius for an hour, went back to sleep and eventually re-entered the very same dreamscape, in which alien, worm-like exoparasites were falling from the sky and/or ceiling and fastening themselves like leeches to my flesh.