It’s a dull tickling, a silent jolt.Eyes closed the movie reel starts: memories made and those to come. Flicker-fest fast, surround sound now. He slumbers still, breath hot and wet. Hand reaches out in ink-deep dark. Nothing. Space. Alone for now, in waking dreams. Stuck between. Imagination obscene. Crazy-thoughts or everyday Joe? Sleep evades, restlessness pervades.
It’s a dull tickling, a silent jolt.
