Am I awake? Or asleep? Thoughts race so fast each leaves a trail of rainbow colors in its wake. My toes buzz, my head warms. My mouth is as dry as the Dust Bowl in 1930. A bitter-sweet flavor of chocolate lingers.
The bed spins. The room spins. But really ... am I dreaming or am I awake? My eyes seem to be closed; I have a close-up view of the inside of my eyelids.
When I “wake” in the morning, it's like coming in for a landing.
Man, this stuff is nothing like what we got in the sixties.
The bed spins. The room spins. But really ... am I dreaming or am I awake? My eyes seem to be closed; I have a close-up view of the inside of my eyelids.
When I “wake” in the morning, it's like coming in for a landing.
Man, this stuff is nothing like what we got in the sixties.
