December 7th, 2010

temporal anomaly

Old dreams neve die.

I was feverishly trying to remember whether the paper that was due was on Kay's Sarantine novels, or maybe 'A Song for Arbonne'.

Then I woke up.

It's been thirty-five freaking years since I had to do term papers, and the anxiety dreams still come back.  I think my son's end-of-semester stress is leaking over.