Monday, July 09, 2007

When will I be cured?

I keep dreaming about you...

Anyway.


Lying in the only hotel bed left in Lethbridge with eyes wide open. Hotrods are drag racing in the nearby streets and it's passed my bed time. As I cling to the left side of the king sized bed I put my headphones on and listen to music on shuffle but it doesn't drown out the engines or my dad snoring - he happens to be clinging to the right side of the same bed. As I grab hold of an extra pillow and try to magically morph it into my teddy and you, I guess I eventually fall asleep.

1 comment:

R. said...

Dad snores are very loud.