I slip into sleep with a series of stuttering starts. A koi pond with red-mold rind waits for me. A geisha across the garden smiles daintily at me from behind her plum blossom umbrella. Seventeen cicadas suggest a return to wakefulness. I can dream of only insomnia, and seared fingertips.
I awake only to find myself still asleep. Still incomplete.
12:03 a.m. - 2015-05-28
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