Dec
13th
Sat
13th
Dropped back into existence and landed in a heap.
I wake up swinging, sitting bolt upright, terrified.
I’m late. I didn’t do something. I’m forgetting someone.
Through bleary eyes the morning light is dull and gray.
Its cold.
Then, slowly I’m aware.
I am here. I am myself. Its Saturday.
I’m on base.
