how the bright flowered mattress topper from india cheered up our bed

i know i am about to fall asleep when the voices in my head aren't my own. like newscasters being turned up on a dial. fragmenting in and out of the static that is being awake. each night i go to sleep with a little less hope than i used to have but with a little more peace and quiet in my soul because of it. you kids turn off that racket, hope. i can feel the days bleeding into one another like the old folks used to warn. nightly episodes of a re-rerun public broadcasting television show, lo-fi, outdated, tired and inquisitive, aging and living a number of days is like my body is rick steves in europe. speaking of which, we used our tax returns from last year to buy a couple cheap flights back in february. gonna go try to breathe a few new days in october and november.