One Hundred Thirty-Four

Drifting through a sleepless night, I stopped in on an occasional haunting dream. Once, a rental car’s tires went flat, sending the car into a ditch and exposing collapsible rims and shredded tires. Later, or perhaps earlier, a woman flirted with me and then glared at me as if I were an unwelcome suitor. Sometime during the night, I was awake and wondering how to get to sleep without slipping into an unpleasant dream world.