She awoke feeling tired and hot.
Her lips were coated with a thin
layer of slime and the roof of her
mouth was dry and cracked. Unable
to shake the sick feeling she got
from her dream, she curled her legs
back up and made an attempt to fall
back to sleep. Soon she was driving
down the road in a black Hurst, which
she viewed from every possible angle
until she stood in the road watching
herself speed faster toward her.
Hands in the air, hair soaked
with sweat, she couldn’t remember
if she ever woke up again.

07/02/2007

Posted on 07/02/2007
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