Wednesday, September 23, 2009


Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Last night I tossed and turned. I twisted the sheets and awoke with my hair stuck to my forehead, uncomfortably covered in a sweaty sheen.

The dream I had was startlingly real. Living in my car, sleeping in the parking lot at my work, or when it got too cold, on the floor in my office. Showering and getting ready for the day in the dancer's locker rooms. Doing all the above in secret.

This is reality for some. Apparently it was the reality for one of my coworkers, many years ago.

Thankfully, it's not my reality. At least, it's not today. But it's frightening that my brain could capture the details so crisply.