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There was music, but what kind of music I couldn't say.  My eyes opened.   All around me, the reverb of bass, the high ringing chimes of bells and piano chords, i couldn't keep it away from my mind.  Mary, on the opposite side of our bed, wasn't affected in the least.  Her mouth agape, she slept away the music like it was a lullaby.  I tried repositioning myself, closing myself to the sound, but nothing worked. I thought it was the neighbors, so I stepped out of bed and into my slippers.  I walked out the apartment and into the outer hall of our building.  No music.  The only sound came from the light bulbs buzzing in their fixtures of frost

i wish i had dreams to inspire me, but i don't.  every night i go to bed, hoping to see something surreal in my dreams, something unexplained, something fantastic, but i only wake up with a clear head and a blank where the passing hours had surely been.  dreams are odd things.  i tend to think i write stories to supplement the dreams that elude me.  in my weird little tales, i make up for the odds and ends that dreamless wakings have subtracted from my creativity.  is that enough?  who knows. my penchant for solitude has been met recently, and i'm still getting nothing done.  i feel that i deserve a break after filling out applications to te

The earth quakes beneath my feet...or are my feet quaking on the earth?  Damn it's cold in here.   I'd like to turn on the heat, but something about being bundled up in sweatshirts, sweatpants, and big thick socks makes me feel cuddly.  So I think i'll do that.  Bosley, my kitty cow, probably feels the same way, he just isn't letting on. Oh well, the world quakes with me as i turn on a dime.  The television markets all things that shine.