Reset Forty-Three, Day Fifteen

So I slept the middle out of Saturday, sort of like licking the cream filling from an Oreo and then spending hours nibbling at the wafers, wishing there was more cream. After that the usual— disliking the heat, eating something for dinner and forgetting what it was, watching some music videos, posting something on the Idernet. And I am Marie of Romania, but I'm not, and I wonder whatever became of her? Time to lie down again and see if I can find creamy oblivion, though I fear I've been having dreams and forgetting them just like dinner. It's probably not safe anywhere anymore.


( Sunday Verse )