it was only after some years of sleeping in high places that i finally managed to stop having that dream of falling. the sort of dream that would wrest me from slumber; i discovered that its non dream counterpart behaves similarly.
it ends differently, i suppose; this story, but, as they say: the ground resolves all.

[Illustration Friday: hibernate + small blue cat = foxfall]

1 comment:

  1. That poor little fox! He is in for such a rude awakening.




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