Friday, September 11, 2009
I am allergic to Autumn. I sneeze my way through Halloween and mostly through Thanksgiving too... unless it snows. I am fine once it snows. I think, when I die, it will be snowing in heaven. That light first snow. Snow globe snow. Glitter.
Anyway...maybe because it is a cooler September, I have Autumnitis early. It hit me yesterday like a bloated zeppelin. I couldn't see straight, type straight, teach straight, drive straight. I left work early and managed to make it home without killing myself and everyone on the highway. Miracles do happen.
Once home I promptly took some allergy medicine and went. to. sleep............for fifteen hours.
I got up once, I think, to soothe some mommy missing littles to bed. And to listen to my big little tell me about her amazing day at school. And then I fell asleep again. Or did I dream all that? I dreamt a lot. And I think I woke a lot too. I thought up the most wonderful stories and tried to find a pencil but couldn't find a pencil because I was in the bathtub but it wasn't my bathtub now it was my old bathtub from when I was a little girl and the world was quiet.
And I thought about if this was how Michael Jackson must have wanted to feel all the time and why?? Because the world was soft and hard and I was trying to find a pencil but I couldn't because I was outside in the rain and it was raining and I was laughing but then I couldn't understand why I was wet because I was looking in the mirror and then I was screaming because....
"Wake up. You're dreaming." said my patient husband who was keeping track of the hours I slept, collecting them in a wife notebook to use at a later date?
Dreaming. Of course.