I woke up tuesday morning and my nose was bleeding. never in my life has that happened! why would it happen now?
it was an acutely sunny morning, the blood was think and dripped a little from my fingers as i ran to the bathroom. i was afraid my body had a plan to die in my sleep and i’d woken up on accident, foiled it all with my survival instinct.
kelly was locked out of the house in the backyard, so good thing! i was up. i am scared by my dreams as of late. i look up to the night sky and am intuitively afraid of the spaceships i’ve been seeing. UFOs seem so obvious: adbucted by the foreign. why would i be dreaming that now?
i don’t trust myself… i’m too different from who i was last week, month, last stage of my life, i’m too fickle and too afraid.
