I wake up naturally at 4:45am and everything is still. I read a little in bed, relishing the alertness that follows true rest. I have been dreaming body horror lately: one day my earrings forge holes in my cartilage so big I can put my finger through them, another my prosthetic teeth fall out and I am left tonguing the screw that was implanted into my skull. I wake from these intact yet unsettled. But last night I dreamt of communion, of a return to my a previous workplace, of creative play with my colleague-friend and co-conspiracy with my boss’s boss.
Um excuse me this is absolutely magnificent