You float, suspended in air.
You have little dots.
(Written back at my first job as I stared at the ceiling in abject boredom. Oh, what days those were!)
Until next time,
The Jim
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1 comment:
Oh...I thought you might have dreamed this up in the hotel while attempting to sleep through Sullivan's snoring.
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