Being both gangly and many-legged is a terrible thing for a brain.
Cooping said-mind up for a number of days, not allowing it to stretch
its ungodly length in a frenzy of writing is particularly bad.
Make that gray mass twitchy, irritable and perhaps just a little bit
rabid and you’re inviting a nightmare event into your sleep parlor.
It’s frankly cinematic the way my mind cracks.
*sighs*
Family visits are wonderful things but the scarcity of writing time
they allow can get rather nasty for my sleep.
I have to wear my brain out, figuratively bring it to its Prozac-laden
knees, to get it to behave reasonably well over a night.
Family visits preclude such brutal tiring out of the old noodle.
Hence, nightmares with delusions of grandeur.
Why, oh why, can’t normalcy visit my sleep parlor?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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