Snow

        This morning I dreamed I was half laying half sitting in the living room on the futon couch. Snow was blowing in from the broken sliding glass door. I wanted to get up and fix the door, or at least close the drapes, but I couldn’t move. I made kissing noises at the cats to try to get them to huddle closer to stave off the cold. This was a very melancholy and oppressive dream. Everything was washed out, gray like well before sun up, and it was silent, power outage silent. The rustle of the blanket and my wheezing was the only things I could hear.

Ad astra per technica,

FF