This is a typical conversation

Almost bed time. Good. I love going to bed. I am a superhero in bed-multitasking? Done. Facebook? Done. Resumes are in, book in hand-it's bedtime....

Or so I think.

While looking at page 147 for god and Kurt only knows how long, I get transfixed by the conversation in my brain...

"So, you like unicorns and are just cool with honey?"

"how can you compare the two?"

"they are both sweet"

"wait...what???"

"new topic"

"you need to put dinner away"

"I kinda gotta pee"

"let's go pee!"

"easy killers, I'm comfy-your right though lets go now"

"it's raining"

"well isn't that nice"

"nice and wet, I'm not going out there".

"we are peeing inside, relax"!

"wait food".

"what food,relax, we want our steak cold and have other needs to attend too".

"right on, cool beans"

"I'm hungry, it's gonna be good tomorrow, let's get it in the morning cold"

"k-so, pee, put food away and then check Facebook, read, sleep".

"cool, let's do this"...

Later....

"everything is white, are we injured? Unconscious??"

"it's okay, it's just fog-fog in the house...wait, that's weird, whose house is this?"

I look around, I'm in a dusty kitchen. The food looks fresh, everything else is spoiled-it smells like dust and orange oil in here.

Through a small doorway is a dining room. The green carpet is threadbare and resembles what you might expect from a seedy motel, kinda like a wanna be oriental style. It smooshes under my feet. Everything feels damp. I walk over to a small desk against the far wall next to the roaring fire (where did that come from?) and start looking through things.
Ancient bills and adds from the 50's right on top. Interesting....

Ahh dreams. I cannot even sleep when I'm asleep....

It's a punk life.

-Adree Does Eat