I fall asleep, slow, drifting,
stoned drowsing. Warm and thick in my blankets.
I'm in the garage, my temporary living quarters. I hear T and Moli arguing over my head, faintly through my dazed dreamlike state, faraway filtering through walls to me. I drift off.
My sleeping mind: Moli opens the door and whispers my name, he steps in onto the carpet and informs me in his hopeful voice that T ordered him to go out; to leave their room. Told him to come sleep with me in her dictator way.
(He blew up my air mattress earlier and she'd been joking about it) I
unfurled from my
warm blanket cave, made sure he had covers on his side, and proceeded to
go back to sleep.
I opened my eyes in the night, a dream within a dream, my hair had grown
enormous lengths. Moli and I were near melded together. Me
spooning his back, my hair wrapped around everything, a safe protective blanket,
undulating underwater like. The dryer going sounded it's
heartbeat rhythym, and I could hear faint humming in the background, that murmured queerly, siren sounding
fetus singing. I simply held Moli, and tried to comfort him, in this half asleep state, letting my hair cradle us both. Darkness of my eyelids, floating
Quiddity.
It was vaguely
sexual,
Moli's a good looking man, but it was mostly
maternal. Dark in the
womb of the house, floating in my hair, hearing the heartbeat
thrum of the
dryer.