I am up early. And I am not allowed to have anything on my side of bed. I will say I am allergic to it because they take me more seriously then if I said it destroys my system. In nights I sweat and dream of deep eyes asking in need. Fear, distress and pain they are, on what these demons are, and which demons drove Valero to killing his wife and himself? They crowded the bed. I dreamt of being awake, traveling through dust and sand of an unknown desert realm. There was gum in the water fountain. Lines on my hands turned to streams, flowing to the window and shook all over with his sobs. When I actually woke up in my own bed this morning, I just put my fist in the air and said “I made it.”

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