It’s always time for the rodeo when I’ve accepted the fetal position as a way of life for fear of putting on the clown suit. Doubt comes barging in like a mad cocaine pirate that I welcome on-board with streamers, ribbons and balloons as my dreams vacuously congeal into dried husks so often that I […]
Just because you don’t want to look doesn’t mean that it’s not standing at the end of your bed.
Dozy cat purring mound of fur yawning on my belly all paws whiskers and a barbell moustache smile. It stretches out with laughing eyes and returns to sleep with enviable speed.