written in the middle of the night should not often be shared. They come out of dreams and drip confusingly from fingers stumbling to record them before they fade off into the mists of nightmares. Looking at such thoughts caught between waking and sleeping further devolve into confusion by the helpfulness of the spell checkers on an iPad which can only lead to further confusion about that line between thought and reality. Wakefulness and not – when you are startled awake by something you were sure you heard only to be surrounded by silence, but that light of morning renders most of those words incoherent.
And so it was at darkness time when that line between waking and dreaming left me wondering if I had actually written anything, recorded anything in the dark by touch. Certain that I had found the appropriate meds to put me back to sleep and avoid dream of Parasites (thank you so much Seanan McGuire) or floating poisons in my body looking for new targets and wiping out hapless brain cells out of boredom.
