...and there's no one there, not in the house, not walking down the street, just people driving by in their cars, going somewhere that isn't next to you. but you're still sleepy, and your eyes keep darting from one end of the room to the other, hoping to find some sort of answer. whatever it was, you didn't find it, and it's back to sleep, where your dreams will burn you more than fire.

these days teddy bears and snoopy don't do it for me. my heart is fraying from the weather above, so now the raindrops fall right through.