I woke in the wee smalls of last night to the clatter of a worrying crash, followed by those tinkly smashy breaky sounds that I find so pleasing in anyone's flat but mine. Fuck, I thought, I wonder...
*snore*
I'd been dreaming, for once, rather than crashing in a cower through another nightmare. I was at home, cleaning the flat as part of an audition to become a cleaning lady. A knock on the door announced a visit from the planets, who had come to advise me on my love life. There were three of them, beach ball sized and orange hued, and they followed me on my chores, floating at head height and amiably dispensing wisdom.
I can't remember a thing they told me.
*snore*
I'd been dreaming, for once, rather than crashing in a cower through another nightmare. I was at home, cleaning the flat as part of an audition to become a cleaning lady. A knock on the door announced a visit from the planets, who had come to advise me on my love life. There were three of them, beach ball sized and orange hued, and they followed me on my chores, floating at head height and amiably dispensing wisdom.
I can't remember a thing they told me.
