Saturday, February 02, 2008


The dream was loathe to release her, with it's colors and air and the wonder of flying. When her eyes finally fluttered open, it was only her room surrounding her. The small yellow stain on the ceiling stared down at her with its usual condescension.


Norm said...

Good. Don't change a word. Publish.

Anonymous said...

i do like that..

lloydmintern said...

Now that cannot possibly be true! Wasn't it really only the dream wearing off? I mean I think you have the "only" in the wrong place, and I am trying to be helpful. One more sentence and I will have gone on longer than you did!

Anyway, I like your high spirited blog.

josh williams said...

I swear I had nothing to do with the stain.