Wet Pillow

I sometimes wake up with a feeling of dread, sweaty hair, and a wet pillow. I usually can’t break back into the fog of the dream that did this to me. Sometimes I get a glimpse and don’t like it because there’s no there there. I believe this dream is why I have an irritable bowel and am a nervous-fucking-wreck. I am beginning to wonder if the answer to this dread—this distinct impression that the other shoe is bound to drop and that every day could be my last even though I live a decidedly whitebread plentiful life—is locked securely in the dream.