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.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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