The Cannot Hour

The time is 3:52 am, and my brain is crawling out of my skull.

I cannot sleep.

I cannot lay still.

I cannot stop scratching. (Remember, Black Spot Poison Ivy Dermatitis girl, here.)

All of which I could handle if my mind wasn’t flip-flopping around like a goldfish on the kitchen floor.

AARGH!

Would somebody, please, either plop me back in my bowl or just flush me?

Um, thank you?

Until tomorrow…

The Mess on the Kitchen Floor

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