this morning #2011.

this morning, when she awoke, the blanket & sheets were all pulled off to one side once again, a clear sign of some sort of troubled struggle that’d played out while she slept. there hadn’t been any associated disturbing dream to speak of. not one that she could remember, at least. she hadn’t been able to recall a single one of her dreams in some time. truly wished that she could. a large part of her inner life was effectively being stifled. hidden psyche. she assumed that her brain was still making good use of that downtime. sorting out the events of the day & whatnot & filing them away for use at a later date. she got up & redistributed the sheets. pulled the comforter up over them. fluffed the pillows. continued living in reality.