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Death of a Rose
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I'm going to have to rush this thing through.
I fell asleep at around 12:30am this morning (having taken a sleeping pill).
Woke up at 4:30am (this being the day where 'theyve' told us to set our clocks back one hour), so its in this new ordered time 3:30am. I can't get back to sleep, the mind is already buzzing. So I wander to the computer, thinking that I should go to blather and transfer a post under 'somebody_has_proabably_alread_done_this' entire post to 'somebody_has_probably_already_done_this_before', so that I can make right (in my mind at least).
About a third of the way into transferring it over (I debated upon doing just one huge cut and paste but it wound up destroying things past a point where it was going to take a longer time to clean up, then it would take to do a bunch of cutting and pasting, and of course I could do nothing about the date posted), when I hear my niece waking up. I procedd to go see if she has lost her sucky and yes she has but she is also not still drowsy with sleep. So, pick her up and hold her for a couple of minutes, still no returning sleepiness. Okay, lets me and you go back to the computer and your uncle can finish what he was doing with one hand. you can watch. oh....what's that...looks like Callie is here (my sisters calico cat, my niece gets so excited to see her that she almost trembles with excitement and she make little oh...oh...oh...noises, but when the cat comes close enough to touch, she lets all the excitement out at once and slams her little fist down on the cat and grabs a handful of fur. Now Callie can take some abuse (my sister starting training her when she was pregnant, smart girl), but this tends to be a breading point, so she bolts.
This dissapoints my niece for about two seconds, then it is back to watching her uncle cut and paste (trying to keep the postee and their post as intact as possible).
Okay....she seems to have a wet diaper...well, lets fix that...go into the bathroom and change her diaper, yep, wet through and through. Now where does your mom hide your clothes (you see this is only the second time I've changed the little bug)?
Treasure hunt time and quite a bit of scrambling and looking at me, from the bug. Finally we find some little pictured pajamas (its way too early for anything else, besides its Sunday morning). Okay.....ooo...I hear someone coming down the stairs.....its Granma.....seems they turned the baby monitor on and they heard all the crazy uncle conversation I had with the bug...no problem..upstairs to the kitchen to see if the bug wants something to eat. I leave the bug with Granma's capable care and make some french pressed coffee for myself, then pull on my purple pullover, slip my runners on and go outside to a, just starting to get a little light on the eastern horizon. Light up a cig and just stand and stare at the east.
Finish the cander stick and go back into the house (oh, by the way, columbian dark blend, delicious and tart, sweetened with natural unrefined sugar). Finish the coffee and find that in these two hours I've actually started to get sleepy again. Can I leave the bug with you Mom? Of course.
I head back downstairs to the couch and quickly fall back asleep.
This is where is starts to get weird.
I'm on the couch, it's around 6ish, I fall dead asleep. And all of a sudden I'm dreaming, at least it starts that way. The beginning details are a bit fuzzy, but I can remember two people were fighting and I seem to have been deathly afraid, then something happened that made me realize I was dreamaing. When this happens I start shaking my head, to rouse myself out of slumber and back to the 'breath in and out with eyes open' world. So I'm shaking my head really violently) or so it seems, when I notice someone coming down the stairs, I can see them but at the same time I'm still thrashing my head back and forth.
(I have to do a bit of explaining here for this to make sense, at least to myself. the stair to the downstairs is next a hallway, filled with books on shelves, at the bottom is my parents computer/utility room. The family room with the two couches is straight west of the computer room. You cannot see the stairs from the family room.)
Okay, where was I (scroll up), okay...so I realize the person coming down the stairs is mom, but I'm still head banging. When she reaches the bottom, she dissappears and I'm back to a black void where I'm still throwing my head from side to side. Then it stops and she is standing beside the couch and she says "I'm here, don't fret so."
I open my eyes and she isn't there, gone in a space of eyelids close/opened.
Then, I wake up for real. nobody is around me.
Okay, that was one screwy little nightmare. Wish I could have remembered what the hell the beggining and middle part were about.
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