Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Sleeping at the island of extremes

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.

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