half eaten sandwich
I'm back to that 18-20 hours sleeping pattern. It's been a few days already. I didn't even realise I made a sandwich of two loafs white bread, half eaten, and I had been sleeping with it next to me. I ate what's left of it when I opened my eyes. It was hard. Must've been from yesterday.
The day before I got news that my commissioned work to write an adventure novel that turned to be a bildungsroman roman à clef has finally been approved by the company. A good news that my body ignored. I'm more and more drawn and comforted by the world that is not here. In sleep I dream. In dreams i was saved. I drank Sprite and talked to non-existent persons. It's the land of perpetual excitement. It's the land where traveling alone is not necessary.
I hope you get to eat regularlyReplyDelete
I hope so tooDelete