I remember quite vividly one morning where I woke in bed with the bedclothes half-off like someone had kicked them away in the middle of the night and I sat up with my fingers in my hair and dried tears in my eyes thinking dream dream dream through the morning sunlight glinting beyond the window panes and the increate world lived and unlived in for months peeling away into pieces of nonexistence
and out of the corner of my eye I saw undonned green and looked and sighed and cried, knowing nightmare nightmare nightmare.