I awoke this morning with the distinct impression that I had slept with my eyes open.
My first thought was of what this would look like, as I’ve always seen my un-rested self as Nosferatu.
So far, no one’s come after me with a string of garlic bulbs; and all seasonings aside, and as far as I know, I slept last night.
And so now I’m wondering: do I feel as if my eyes are open at night because I’ve been keeping them shut during the day?
I’m not much of a fan of reality, really; and while I admit that I balance my checkbook, keep tabs on my weight and watch the news as often as I can bear it, there are lots of things I don’t want to see.
And so I do not.
Things creep up on the periphery of our lives. Questions are asked, answers avoided. Like a dripping faucet that was originally just an annoyance in the wee and unblinking hours, untended and dismissed the drip becomes a deluge, capable of ruining furniture and creating unpaid invoices.
Tell me. When you first caught sight of the problem, did you hope it would just go away?
And when it didn’t – as you suspected it wouldn’t – did you continue to pretend that you didn’t see it?
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