Foggy murkiness of the morning
Early this morning, just coming back to myself from hard sleep and a rambling dream.
Rumbling. Thinking it's G., bringing in the trash bin into the garage, below the bedroom, from outside, that the trash truck has already come. More and more rumbling...what is he doing with that thing?
Finally, a flash: it's not the trash bin, it's...lightning.
Hey, dummy, WAKE UP!!!!