all kids that want to make the scene

I had this cyclical, swirly dream last night that I was sitting up in bed, blogging.

I was concentrating hard, repeating the same lines over and over again; mumbling them out loud, but only typing them once.

Sitting up in bed with my whirring laptop saying the same thing over and over, starting again at the end of the sentence. And I was naked.

Not really.

I wasn't really naked. But who cares to read about a dumb blog dream. About any dream.

I wasn't naked when I was dreaming it, either. So no titillating details there. Although I'm sure I looked ravishing.