The Cannot Hour

The time is 3:52 am, and my brain is crawling out of my skull.

I cannot sleep.

I cannot lay still.

I cannot stop scratching. (Remember, Black Spot Poison Ivy Dermatitis girl, here.)

All of which I could handle if my mind wasn’t flip-flopping around like a goldfish on the kitchen floor.


Would somebody, please, either plop me back in my bowl or just flush me?

Um, thank you?

Until tomorrow…

The Mess on the Kitchen Floor

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