I'm not even entirely sure here. I can't quite remember what happened last night. I know I was drifting in and out of sleep. I was delirious. I had ideas. I was trying to work something out that had nothing to do with anything. There was large dogs lurking in and out of the dark, or lurking outside, or there was something else outside, I just can't remember. What kinds of dreams were they? What happened? Who was in them? What was I doing? Why does the recollection trigger a dull twisting in the stomach? Why do I feel like I am being hunted?
The sky has a low grey ceiling today. The crows circle in swarms, searching for perches on the power lines. Random raindrops are hitting the windows, thickening the water wall that obscures.
And I just can't figure out if last night was strange, troubling, a living hell, or all of the above.
