Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Last night I dreamed that the police were after me, but I didn’t know why. I was in hiding and told Steve I was going to go turn myself in, but then the search had died down and I figured maybe they’d forgotten. Also, as none of my friends or family members had shopped me, I figured the price on my head wasn’t that high.

A few days ago I work up and Steve was reaching over me to turn off the alarm clock. His hair was tufty and he looked like an owl. We’d been looking at a bird book the previous night, and then the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a looming boyfriend/barn owl.

1 comment:

rachel said...

so we are not the only couple who spends time looking in bird books? what a relief!