Around six in the morning the night is thick, yet somewhere in my house someone is playing Elvis Presley so loud that it woke me up. I think it is the ancient crazy lady that I have never seen but she is known to do strange things. Once my friend went to visit with her husband whom is a known writer in iceland. They played chess. The lady appeared from nowhere, naked below the waistline. My friend still has disturbing dreams.
Around the time i got divorced i stole my sons big fluffy polar bear and have been sleeping with it ever since. I had grown so used to it, that when i forgot to curl it up against me, my sleep was restless. Now that is perhaps a bit strange, but hey it beats sleeping with strangers.