I wake up and it’s sixty-three degrees in the apartment. I imagine this must be similar to camping though I’ve never been. The sound of heat going on and off in the night is too jarring and the air blasting from the vents too aggressive and dry for my sensitive being, and I’m prone to bloody noses, so I keep it off while I slumber. My nose drips blood regardless.
Moments ago I was in a dream, getting an ice cream cone with sprinkles, Nutella, and get this… cucumbers. I immediately regretted my order but was too shy to change it. I’m not supposed to eat sugar anyway. It makes me sick. So I ditched the cone the second it was in my hand, jumped on the highway and before I knew it I was in Glendale. It was about to turn into a sex dream but then I woke up.
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