You know those brilliant ideas you have in the middle of the night? Or dreams that you want to be sure to remember? Sometimes you lie awake at night telling yourself, “Be sure to remember this tomorrow,” or you even get up to write it down.
I woke up at about 2:45 this morning, feeling phlegmy and needing cough syrup, which I took. I think I had a dream that I thought would be good novel fodder, but then realized, as I lay awake for more than an hour waiting for the cough syrup to knock me out, that it wouldn’t.
During this time, Isis moaned in her sleep like a walrus. And that’s the part I wanted to be sure to remember. She sounded like a walrus. How wonderfully descriptive.
Goo goo g’ joob.