I dream of a brown-skinned man with concern etched in his temples. He speaks warning words to me that I can't understand. A series of rapping noises reveals a co-worker behind glass. Knocking on a locked entrance door from the inside. My confusion is interrupted by the staccato. I wake to vanished stranger at my porch. Nothing there but my disconcerted fog. And I cannot fall back asleep for the uneasiness.
7:19 p.m. - 2015-12-24
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