As I reached,
lazily,
groping for the
cacophony of morning
I. Realized.
That I had had a
Dreamless Sleep.
The terrors of the day past
Forgotten
(Watching his stripes,
deceiving, like a tiger's
recede into the
distance -
away. from. me.)
And the void
that was left
seemed
just as
terrifying
As I cried myself
Awake.
Author notes
8 June 2007.
A man was following me in Rome. It was scary. I was disoriented. I was alone. Dan saved me, but I was still shaken. It reminded me of Peter. And why I'm scared of men. It was hard to wake up and remember.
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