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can’t stand up, for falling down


I slept for eleven and half hours last night. It would have been twelve, but I was up for a brief stint at 6:30 am. K’s been giving me crap about ascribing autumnal characteristics to the recent weather, but let me just say, the fog at 6 am, and the quality of the light and everything, really tipped it past that just noticiable difference to me. It was like the kind of morning where you walk to Elementary school in the fog and you can barely see the end of the block. School still feels a little exciting, new, for just having started and you’re already worried about your Halloween costume. It’s fall, it’s fall, it’s fall! The only thing is, do they have sugar maples in Tennessee? Or some other tree that’s leaves turn brilliantly red? Because fall needs that.

So much sleep always means weird dreams. Last night a woman followed me through almost all of my dreams offering me soft, brightly colored cloth band-aids to replace the stiff plastic cowboy band-aid on my thumb (I cut my thumb right before bed). She was like the Cheese Man from “Restless” but with band-aids and strangely solicitous words. The was also a lot of other people’s children in my dreams last night, some real, some presumably created by my feverish imagination. And a very strange town with a man-made lake that was incredibly creepy, in fact I think I was investigating it like an X-Files episode or something in the dream. Also an odd dream about Indie Rock Boy playing a show in Medford, Oregon (where I was born). I missed the show but we had to drive back from it and I kept pulling the car over and putting an ugly pink sweater and then deciding it was too hot for that and then pulling over again only to discover that all my t-shirts were dirty, so I’d put the sweater on and the hole cycle would repeat itself. No, I’m not even going to try to assign meaning to that.

Now I need some coffee. And I was going to do a couple little jewelry projects today, but the cut on my thumb will prevent me, so I guess it’s a writing and editing day for me. And maybe more sleep if the coffee doesn’t work.

Author: Ajax Bell

Seattle author. Stops to smell the flowers. Amateur nerd (I wanna go pro but I haven't found anyone to pay me). Humble hippo enthusiast. queer/bi. they/them.

7 thoughts on “can’t stand up, for falling down

  1. *pets* I know how those dreams feel.

  2. I’m pretty sure that my favorite times are when I can sleep that much. But i think I have a love affair with sleep. Hee.

  3. They do have sugar maples here, and a ton of other fall foliage trees. In fact, autumn is huge for people to vacation in Tennessee because of the colors of the leaves being so legendarily beautiful. I highly recommend roadtrippage east to the mountains, to check out stuff like the Cherohela Skyway, the Blue Ridge Parkway, and the Great Smoky Mountains–they are fucking indescribable in autumn.

  4. I slept a lot toay, too, but I am attributing it to depression. Well, that and the rainy weather.

  5. I’m going to East Tennessee at the end of the month for a sure and probably a few more time later int he seaosn. Now I really can’t wait!

  6. Actually, I’ll have to talk to you later, but it appears D wants to go to Nashville only.

  7. Arg, there’s nothing cool in Nashville! East Tennessee, I vote East Tennessee!

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