Drowned

[rejectomorph]

I just couldn't get to sleep this morning. It must have been after nine o'clock that I finally dropped off. Then either there was some actual noise, of loud voices nearby, or I dreamed of the noise, but I woke, and it was only eleven. I went back to sleep, and then opened my eyes to dim light illuminating the drapes. At first I thought it was merely a very dense clump of clouds dimming the afternoon light, but I looked at the clock and it was five thirty already. I saw about twenty minutes of dusk, and then it was fully dark. This is the latest I've slept in ages. I don't like it.

The sky is again marbled with clouds, and the world saturated with damp, though no rain has fallen for several hours. My brain itself feels waterlogged. I expect to see fish momentarily. Weirdness.