i can’t sleep. that little…

by dishpantheism

i can't sleep. that little cold of mine has turned into fever and chills. when i do sleep i have fever dreams of life-sized playmobil cats that are very friendly and purr like a distant semi-truck. also in these dreams there's a girl named dewy who sneezes and tells me that my belly and heart are from germany and that my ears are from france.

it's raining. and the wind has arrived suddenly. the window is open a little. i hope it breaks my fever.