Wednesday, August 8, 2007

The Sleep of the Just

by Ari Collins

I awoke on your table, surrounded by beer pong cups, thinking: how lucky! I'd experienced sleep paralysis and a wet dream. But the figure I'd hallucinated pinning me down, just like documented sleep paralysis cases... She'd looked familiar.

Over hungover breakfast, I noticed two things: your matching pants stain, and that my wallet was gone.

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